I sigh in measured time,
bemuse myself with rhyme.
Of pains I make a parlor play;
with words I while an hour away.
Leave me to my cliches.
They comfort me these days.
To shocking shards and blocks of rage,
I yield the balance of my page.
Nov 24, 2010
Nov 24, 2010 at 7:42 PM UTC
I sigh in measured time,
bemuse myself with rhyme.
Of pains I make a parlor play;
with words I while an hour away.
Leave me to my cliches.
They comfort me these days.
To shocking shards and blocks of rage,
I yield the balance of my page.
24 November 2010