Leaves and Dry Weeds

Was I to stagnate

Limp and deflate

Hiding in strait

Jackets of late

Winter the cold month

Without any stage

Were I the worst one

The thing I have made

Discretely discredit

The techno new


Devices for limping

While still money crimping

Were I to leave

Still and berieved

Without all the sure ones

Right when I need

Were I to need some

Thing true need

Stagnate and grow on

Leaves and

Dry weeds

Stuck here behind some

Super elite

Clinging to pieces

Of something

I need



Tim Edwin B.