Dusty Dog Soul

I keep brightening my Goal with my soft dusty dog soul gray-and-yellow heavy fringes waving jazzy movements in a white wine atmosphere so many disquiet shoulders sustain this little heaven called Mental Bar drinking colours directly from the rainbow to complete the circuit with the pale semicircle which is the brain filament of a naked poet before the surgery and after a holly lifetime trying to digest the stone cross which keeps the body up which keeps the democratic convention going along the poor streets inside him, internal pilgrimage towards a shiny Self fed with big ripe words about nothing late summer afternoon white paper around me to keep my dusty dog soul in clear purity. www.simonadancila.com