Harsh Sun throws our
Shadows sharp against
Flagstones.

Beside the Priory wall,
Brought low by Henrys' Hammer the
Abbott lies, long gone.

Just we two, Now, in
Silhouette-

Your walking stick tapping a
Military Tattoo,
My hat of Panamanian straw
To delineate our presence.

O History-
Goodbye

Surely the New,
Loosened from past embrace

Shall see lovely flowers linger
Just for this Sunny Day

Every day I wake
I lose another tooth
When I was younger
I cheered and pulled at my gums.
Now I sow my lips shut every night

You are beautiful,

like all the other people --


I get to know well.

On your birthday you

pretend that everyone is --


doing the right thing.

Breathing in and I feel you on my lungs
I thought I lost you years ago
But today I coughed you up

Misunderstood, misguided, or me.
Walking in circles
Unsure if the pain is self inflicted
Or the trouble of a victim misled

Head swelling, heart pumping, heart pumping just enough. I don't mind it. It's ok to go this way. Just hard to let them off with out a hunt. I guess when you're beat you're beat.