Man has descended way too far
has fast become a falling star.
Some die, indeed, on foreign soil.
The three I mention are the cause
disasters with their own strange laws,
the time to look is almost past
is there a man who will, at last
say NO, and would it give us pause?
Is it the love of money, Sir?
A hat of mink, a coat of fur?
so many say ‘of course it is’
as life itself must be show biz.
But who might be the regisseur?
that had endured the strifewhen Martin Luther nailedhis thoughts onto the church..Beneath the oaken steps,there was a hiding placequite dark and mustyand away from prying eyes.It was the birthplace ofwhat I would call todaycarnal infatuation.Do not, I say, ask for details,I’d blush with extra histamineimages from the timehave always been suppressed,though they will never fadefor…
The farmer had raised twenty steerswas with the mortgage in arrears.So even though the steers were friends,a money situation tendsto put a fellow in a bind.This farmer was a very kindand gentle man and he was dreadingto kill them right before the wedding.You see, his daughters, numbered tenhad found themselves some local mennone was well…
and a ship with no saillike a pimp with no whores.Is the man with no heartand a skull without mindsee the horse without cartand the watcher who’s blind.As each novel surpriseis a miniscule shockand the reason for liesis a world without clock.
that YOU could bea being,not a bubblemade of soapthat breaks apartat the most minisculeand innocent of times.You held my handlike that of a small boy,you called me flowerboy,but when you placedon my stunned lipsthat welcome kissI woke and staredat what was sureto be a flaw.You did not waver,you were cleverin your mind,there was no room(you…
the kindly act intended.The beetle, he continued though,with frantic, futile movesyet it was not to be.Flat on his chitin back,shiny and smooth, too smooth,forever rolling, and sometimes sliding,now making tiny noises, of incongruity.I wished him then, quite fervently,an obstacle which would permitby inborn true stability of character,the rescue so essential for survival.The minutes passed, the…
take out my heart(just help yourself) byreaching with great careinto my ribcage, only thencan you proceed to hold itlovingly in your warm andtender hands and then drumonto its walls like in the tale ofSkeleton Woman, does thisthen mean that one of us,or both are listeningto a different drummer?
