Sunday, December 09, 2007

Song
There’s a place so dark you can’t see the end
Skies cock back and shock that which can’t defend
The rain then sends dripping / an acidic question
Forcefully, the power of suggestion
Then with the eyes shut / looking thought the rust and rot
And dust / a small spot of light floods the floor
And pours over the rusted world of pretend
The eyes ease open and its dark again

Riddle
Though desert men once called me God,
To-day men call me mad,
For I wag my tail when I am angry,
And growl when I am glad.



yesterdays
Song Brothers in Arms by Dire Straits
Riddle A snail

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