[2017-05-31] The Fate of Poetry
Posted: Wed May 31, 2017 5:22 pm
... and I thought the last panel was going to say, "... but did he write anything about Spotify?"
Proudly ignored since 1867
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Living like flowers
Across the land lay fields of purest snow.
Restrained, the crocus must await the sun.
The winter land is bleak, cold even though
It glistens like a web a spider spun.
The beauty locked in constant restful sleep;
A promise made to man that each springtime
New life would come, and then the promise keep
Until the next cold winter reigns sublime.
Each year I watch the seasons come and leave;
And like the flowers bloom and then they die,
My heart will follow them, no warmth received.
Another empty year, no chance to fly.
To soar on wings of love a man desires.
No more or less does he ever require.
Now that's poetry.Yeah
just heard a commercial
which told me
Farmer John smokes his own
bacon.
now, there’s a tough
son of a
bitch
-- Charles Bukowski