Friday, 30 July 2010

Sometimes one feels compelled
To go to the Ireland of the late 1800's
And drink one's self to death

But it's not very feasible
No, not really realistic
Not in this day and age.

Friday, 23 July 2010

poem

All's well
Well,
Well for me
By my standards.

Tuesday, 13 July 2010

temple

nothing's sacred
says Christ,
he's right
an' all