The sip of discolouration The exfoliate of unnatural The heavy load which carries My stitched wisdom satchel The questions I ask The peculiar people mask Stopped at the haven With the message caged glass Jerry Cordeiro
Crossing the pavement, what do we always see
but a bird with three visions of one season swallowed free
The dust of the dandelion chauffeured by the breeze
The plastic fed seed the cry of the trees
Jerry Cordeiro
Transparent tears
clipped by sheers
whistled commentated gears
Wallet worn in the rears
Flirtatiously angered fears
Raise the wine and cheers
Jerry Cordeiro..