#brendan
Like wild geese, fishermen
and monks landed here, others
sailed on and discovered America
but they came back
by the north, Thule
where it rains glowing stones
where the land burns and the rocks
swim between boiling fountains
There are the gates of hell
and the paths to heaven
invisible above the clouds
around huge curtains of ice
They came back to tell
about these wonders, too biblical
to want to keep it secret
from their family and friends
And the new world
they forgot
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 3:33 AM UTC
he took off his dress shirt,
tossed away his gold tie,
danced away the whole night
in a white t-shirt
and I couldn't help but smile
at that boy the whole time
all these other formal lookers,
but they're not what i like;
'cause there he is dancing
in a five star restaurant
in nothing but some black slacks
and a wrinkled white t-shirt,
and i know that it's crazy,
but he's the one that i want:
i'm breaking the rules,
and i want to get caught.
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May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 7:13 PM UTC