We’ll hide in here,
in the Wordplay hotel.
Nobody will find us here.
We’ll sneak around pretending Bukowski.
Our streets are not ordinary.
We are not ordinary.
Life is not ordinary.
I
for example
am a
nut
on a
tree
in a
forest.
A Play of words, poetry in motion
We’ll hide in here,
in the Wordplay hotel.
Nobody will find us here.
We’ll sneak around pretending Bukowski.
Our streets are not ordinary.
We are not ordinary.
Life is not ordinary.
I
for example
am a
nut
on a
tree
in a
forest.