Little Nothing

Dream a little nothing
To seethe oats
From distant pleasure
Their empty leisure
Crowns the kindred
Goddess treasure

Money driven

Coins of rust
And rotten scale
Cannot beguile
The standard field
That turnips taste

Absent flavor
In a stubborn paste
That swirls
Like milk
In a left hand
Sink that drains
Australian style
Down under
Counter clockwise

Love is priceless

© GÄ

Published by

Geino Äotsch

An artist & spiritual lover. Author of & - Tea Maker & Owner of - Hair & Music at