Give me verse that is terse, that is tight;
With emotions, sensations so right
That my senses of sound, feel and sight
Reel with wonder.
For a song that’s too long becomes dreary,
Dulls all sense and leaves a man weary,
Tired, discontent and with eyes that feel teary
His mind wanders.
—Khoti Sarque
Born: Ahead of his time, after decades of gestation.
Died: Many times on stage and in public.
In between: Traveled, adventured, drank, told lies, loved, formed opinions, corrected his opinions, invented his biography, hid from his creditors, evaded law enforcement and “all the other things one does to prove one is alive”. www.khotisarque.com