Taller than Planets.
We are just aliens
In this tiny world
Fingers curled
Flag unfurled
Salute the stars
The glittering day begins
Hidden by cloud
A holy shroud
Screaming loud
As night flees past
We kick them in the shins
These lowly sentients
How convenient
Our fiery temprement
Demands a sublter art.
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Fatherhood
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