It often makes sense at the time
But afterwards the pain reminds you of sense
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Thursday, March 16, 2006
While the small tethered boy
Flocked merrily to the plane
His eyes alighted like the springing rain
The slumbering mind-sloth shared
His stinging pain
Beneath the happy shadows
At the dock by the narrows.
With his feet so gentle
And his aptitude so quick
He delivered himself with nary a flick
Of the porcine jaws licking
The corpulent corpse
The past was sticking
Beneath the happy shadows
At the dock by the narrows.
Flocked merrily to the plane
His eyes alighted like the springing rain
The slumbering mind-sloth shared
His stinging pain
Beneath the happy shadows
At the dock by the narrows.
With his feet so gentle
And his aptitude so quick
He delivered himself with nary a flick
Of the porcine jaws licking
The corpulent corpse
The past was sticking
Beneath the happy shadows
At the dock by the narrows.