- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Strange and Prophetic Days, Indeed
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"dedicated to my Celtic pal Bill Fitzsimons"
To know that though true men turn to ruins,
true principles are never swallowed by confusion!,
to learn that this spinning globe
is of such Dynamic constitution!
to see the Fogs of war
commence their glorious dissolutions!
to taste Country plums
growing by neither cog nor wheel!
to step outside the boxy mind
and Feel! the winds a'changing
to Smell fresh cups of joe
as ideas they are exchanging
to sense that the magnates of the earth
shan't fly forever unweighed
by their Albatrossian crimes!:
see, THESE!, fo sho be prophetic times
- COMMENTS
lobomaoover 17 years agoAs an end ass in end
We stumble forewarned
Passing signs at speeds so fast
We cannot make head or tails
With our heads so far up our asses
No matter which way we look
The view never changes
Thank you for the excellent read… as usual.
