Testi:
Percy Shaw

Canvas shoes pigment water dreaming childlike peaceful virtuous road cat double decker bus letter violin dreamy warm colorful bed cachalot beige flower

I?m walking in a crack, scraping dirty hands on eyes so big and white. Indecisive as always. Watching you spit on yourself. It?s a party for the particles

We're waiting solemnly at a crowded intersection I might have confronted your hopes A scratched screen glows inside a red room Your comments tempting

Soft words and brief smiles on the steps in the statue of liberty. Her thin arms embrace me. All her friends are going to a party tonight. Goodbye is

Emotion can't walls innocent words pencils conveyed needs stared withered the beautiful orchid I like us made of lead believed our eyes would meet

In a city made of sand (with my old kit bag at my side) agleam with lights and dreams (with my broken guitar across my knees) I sat outside the spookhouse

The riotous jubilance set the solemn dusk ablaze (sirens, laughter, lights)(games, rides, fights) seagulls calling from the lonely pier standing in line

I lost a red sea shell on the boardwalk by the Ferris Wheel, went to the bottom of the Atlantic ocean, and I didn't come up for six years, but I've

Small hands folding canvas and plastic in low light besides the butcher's bellies smiling, The cleaver falls and coins roll like thunder under the shuffle