Home Login Contact



Hitherto, the Unknown by Jesse Printer Friendly

Lord, I miss your wily antics.

Your willful, sad repose

and indomitable hatred of man -

well, it really ticks me off

pardon my sanskrit

But I remember your smile

the way it spurred the sun to run

across a barren sky

and dawn a new and timeless world

but that was then, long ago

Since, your humor's peregrine-

I'm worried in this drought.

Perhaps something to lift your spirit

a woman...or man? Some chianti?


Your love is like light

it's on and then off again

with a finger's slight persuasion-

My hands ache from the commoving.

Maybe we should just be friends.


Add Comment:
Name: Location: