preempt my tempt
smash the Doric temple
down
spare the others
notice the color of the sky
it is not as you remember
merged that’s what happened
finally influenced
by the sea
an ocean of wood
words fly
the only truth
available
no rhyme reason or snort
yeah
we suffer appointment
while fish
drift lazily
‘neath the sun
innocence returns for one more night
but a long one at that
it might be fun
becoming darkness
the void of being
laughter does have a knack, jack,
of drifting through time
it can be touched


Thursday, October 31, 2013