My bones are sore
At close of day
With pain in feet
And hair more grey
And now begins the
Springtime slurry
Winter's death,
The sprouting fury...
But it's the autumn
Of my days
And joints now throb
And mind's a haze
Yet Spring awakens
Yearnings which
Have long lain dormant
How the itch
Distracts a stiff
From daily dribblings
Daydreams, donned
With nubile nibblings
And out into
The wood I jaunt
Till pagan ponderings
Hellishly haunt
The corners of
My craggly crown
The parietal plunder
Pulling down
But satyr romps
Among tree bases
With myriad pictures
Of countless faces
Create a stiffness
'Mid sickened stones
Not of ***** but
Of the bones
At close of day
A man lay hoping
For another day's
Eyes to open
O new day come
It's not too late
Inner wellspring
Satiate!
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 2:28 PM UTC
My bones are sore
At close of day
With pain in feet
And hair more grey
And now begins the
Springtime slurry
Winter's death,
The sprouting fury...
But it's the autumn
Of my days
And joints now throb
And mind's a haze
Yet Spring awakens
Yearnings which
Have long lain dormant
How the itch
Distracts a stiff
From daily dribblings
Daydreams, donned
With nubile nibblings
And out into
The wood I jaunt
Till pagan ponderings
Hellishly haunt
The corners of
My craggly crown
The parietal plunder
Pulling down
But satyr romps
Among tree bases
With myriad pictures
Of countless faces
Create a stiffness
'Mid sickened stones
Not of ***** but
Of the bones
At close of day
A man lay hoping
For another day's
Eyes to open
O new day come
It's not too late
Inner wellspring
Satiate!
