jeudi, octobre 07, 2004


Choose the hyphen or the rose
choose the right man or the beaus
the ease of war
the laugh from shore
and every day it grows.
Resurrected Catalyst
the fist of fury
through the mist
Broken hero choked in doubt,
"It wasn't me who drove them out!
It wasn't me she kissed."
There's a shilling in the sun
It burns and burns
the last of none
While ragweed lays in piles undone
and I am left the only one
the Able-Bodied Mare.