Monday, January 13, 2014

THE POSTPONED GALLANT

Yes,  I am thrilled
with you
honing tortoise shelled razors
and mistaking living
for life.

When you were a child
I corrupted you
with tales of science,
occult allegiance
and animal fires.

If I told you
you were singing
would you consent
to villainous escape

In vehicles constructed
                                        by alien life.