Tomorrow and Next Week is Too Late

I am rolling and I am tilting toward an end,
I see a fine line forever to touch.

It is the point of no return, it is the flavor of
urchin and girls. They are not exclusive to sensual touch,
they have so much wind with some gingered release.

Go ahead and stop for now, it is okay. Forever is
tomorrow and next week is too late.

I am rolling and I am tilting toward the sky,
I see course changes and am fine to tell.

2010 Barry Comer


About Barry Comer

I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, the Democratic Socialists of America and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities. I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.
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