Tuesday, June 26, 2012

pressing on without flinging
I plead with my high mind
the product of full life and
fertile times
moon drops from ass and ear
have lit the night
and stiffly I have seen
the future by their light
tomorrow formality gets its
all i see clearly is my sweet
I seem to dream at waking times
to swing suspended yes or no
to dream of satisfaction on
a pillow,in repose