POEM – Dry Fountain Wishes – B Gourley (the !n(tro)verted yogi)

https://berniegourley.com/ Sly town stretches along the sea,backed by sacred mountains.And amid shabby, city streetssits a broken fountain. And when the church bells peal at dusk,the drunk, they sing out loud.And all the robbers and the thievesslip through the gathered crowds. Pockets are picked and watches slippedfrom wrists of the hapless.On painted women, gooseflesh shows —theirContinue reading “POEM – Dry Fountain Wishes – B Gourley (the !n(tro)verted yogi)”