June 2010
79 posts
Apres moi, le deluge.
“February. Get ink, shed tears. Write of it, sob your heart out, sing, While torrential slush that roars Burns in the blackness of the spring.
Go hire a buggy. For six grivnas, Race through the noise of bells and wheels To where the ink and all your grieving Are muffled when the rainshower falls.
To where, like pears burnt black as charcoal, A myriad rooks, plucked from the trees, Fall...
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I’m back!
April 2010
112 posts
