Saturday, June 15, 2019

The Guitarist That Night

Just thinking about the guitarist that night,
who can sing of love
in the most contorted fashion
until the word has lost all loveliness,
Read more »
at No comments:
Subscribe to: Posts (Atom)

Untitled

  She was dying    She was always dying The newest and most original    ailments kept coming We took a bathos    in her pathos U...

  • A Longing
        I wonder now in Bethlehem as shepherds tend their sheep, is the grass upon the hills coarse beneath their feet? And do the she...
  • Untitled
      She was dying    She was always dying The newest and most original    ailments kept coming We took a bathos    in her pathos U...