Thought #32 Leave a reply Those who are reckless Rarely end wreckless;Those who are carefulOften end cared for. But the dance Before the crashWarms the bloodAnd stirs the soul. And the cautious manIs the forgotten man.
Poems For Her #4 Leave a reply It’s possible,Pig,That you knowWhen Edgar visitsPancakes and toastAre off the menu. It’s conceivable,You miserable, vomitous mass,That you knowShaking brooms andGolden eggsAre rituals of love. And that to the painIs the inevitable end.But perhapsWe have the strengthTo stand togetherAfter all.