You have not yet begun
The assault on the mountain
And already the air is making you giddy.
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Look Homeward, Angel
Remember?
When you were good,
He’d let you stay
Up all night
And raise holy hell.
When you were bad,
He’d douse the lights,
Put you under
A dank stairwell.
When you were good,
He’d let you stay
Up all night
And raise holy hell.
When you were bad,
He’d douse the lights,
Put you under
A dank stairwell.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
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