Morning Jog
Running through the morning mist
By the frost so tender kissed
Flit by dew-sparkled letter boxes
To the tick of pocket-watches
Till with ragged breath arrive
And implode on the front lawn
Ready for another day.
Thursday, December 23, 2004
On being inside time
I lose myself inside today Rattling against walls Smooth unmarked unyeilding With the futility of An unwatched clock Today is much too vas...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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