Looking swell

Looking swell on a day of dabbing, because it will be late and because I don’t know why but things are humming songs I’ve already heard I can’t remember when but it was sad .

Looking swell because there’s no reason for other odd manners or weird fashions with ugly clothes like those having clad scarecrows, but the wind did blow and I’ve forgotten the end of this story. Maybe those clothes have been flying as soft birds without bones…

Looking swell because you were here and there as a wandering bee and I did blush and hardly laugh to make faces with my feelings and heartaches and woes and thirst and desires an so on.

Looking swell for nowadays and this kind of good all tomorrow, a new fellow now a-coming.

Looking swell for the night which is blind an if I wave my hands…So!  you’ll never see what I meant.

Comments

[Amel Zmerli]

I do love all the poem but it sounds very sadly when I hear in my head like an Occidental Gospel, something unique, and so much images as "Maybe those clothes have been flying as soft birds without bones" which let us suppose what happened before…
Yes I do love your poem definitivly, please belong in this very pure English way which reminds me so much things,
thank you for your old fashion clothes!
You are so bright...
Amel