The sun and seas a jolly cast As is the sail tied to the mast And those laggards anchored Without a future or a past… Who are they to sink then? To the bottom of a glass
In his defense it was said, she would curiously Spy from the bay windows, like A latter-day Misses Marple Everyone was a suspect, every parcel. Became a crime of illicit passion…
Oh lord; I’m a dragon on prescription With fire waters too tame. Oh don’t get scared, babe There are no ice waters in my veins. But, oh babe I’m counting on you
Happy the hour, between Night and death The pause, taken: Too a single living, breath... Here I’ll open my breast Upon a moths, calling… Like an evening primrose.
