Poems from cortiznelsen
Chips are good.
No.
Chips are great,
Unless you are Kate.
Kate can't have salt
I guess it's not her fault.
But still, who eats chips...
She was tall and blonde with a beautiful frame
Everyone who saw her up there knew her name
To the dismay of travelers who wanted to know...
Sand in air shoots across sand ground.
I am here, but no where to be found
My mother, my father perhaps are in the water
But no where to be...