Poetry The Head of William Hooker

WORDS


He played
A' game

Life.     what's that    ......time to go......

Pistol's promise

Lit the Fuse inside
Another's abdomen
The brain cells
Fused

Up tape       crudity

Bewitwiched…

Across á vulnerable center.

Would he acquise.

TIME WAS HIS MASTER

Views wee the trampoline….

Up and bouncing

Refuel thyself…..

The next trend comes

Flowering………..

        William Hooker /nyc.-01


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