Franky

I dream of her class, silken not shorn, sweet lineage of her clasp, golden unsought struggling to be born, I stand here forlorn, waiting in the traps, struggling on thorns, a modern day iconoclast, what cant be bought, shivering if torn , gets thrown overboard, what you say overlaps, with the fact I’m gone, hidden under Burlap, sitting there aghast, how to break the corn, someone says I'm mad, wait for the next dance, will she ever be caught, brings me to this pass, barely to nought.