To begin at the beginning: |
A
man...
On a bright blue canvas angelic feathers blaze,
backlit from a crisp November sun...
When blackbird sings a song for him
from snowy perch all crisp and trim...
sleeping
within polyanthus...
frenzied piranhas
tear at the injured shark 'til...
In days gone by the wind blew soft and new,
Just like a lover’s soft caressing kiss...
Kevin swaps his suit
each Friday for a dress and...
Bang, Bang, Bang!
Jack hammers my pounding skull...
The sun faded behind the seesaw mates,
They watched a moon of cheese begin to rise...
Without hope how would a broken heart ever mend? |
Even a Silverback knows when it's beaten |
Despite ourselves we walk into life's fire |