Wednesday, June 8, 2011

sitting with horace
volume 2
dogs and children
over a hedge and sunset
laughing playing and acting
it could not get better
but friends will  arrive
transport me somewhere
and be patient with  me
and this sickness

a wandering highlander
among ruins of heroics
temples of dance
changing like fire

if  you deign cremation
you  have to put with decay
of the most rottenous

the oven won't be hot
but transition to light
is about the best
you can hope
at this point

apart  from being eaten
by germs no less
all  those fine  ideas
jewelled  in words
ones and zeros
of electric light

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