L.A.Matthews
07-13-2007, 01:40 PM
I saw it across the way,
with peacocks and clouds of
HOWL! HOWL! HOWL
in the moonlit meadow.
Cherished by me, who hasn’t?
A relevant bone to hold so
close to the cry of a lonely heartened
peasant.
And it sees me. It sees me with
hand in air and all the features
of a broken stone: whole, yet the cracks
still fit.
And as though the creeping of my peers
follow me down, I sit and read.
Life ain’t no stronger than you permit.
A chasm to which you see it fall and
blot the rays from my eyes with
swooshing and squelching splots
of beauty pounding my balls
to sludge—to sludge.
with peacocks and clouds of
HOWL! HOWL! HOWL
in the moonlit meadow.
Cherished by me, who hasn’t?
A relevant bone to hold so
close to the cry of a lonely heartened
peasant.
And it sees me. It sees me with
hand in air and all the features
of a broken stone: whole, yet the cracks
still fit.
And as though the creeping of my peers
follow me down, I sit and read.
Life ain’t no stronger than you permit.
A chasm to which you see it fall and
blot the rays from my eyes with
swooshing and squelching splots
of beauty pounding my balls
to sludge—to sludge.