Saturday, December 13, 2008

145 Hades

Arms thrown away
Through returning hoops of thought
Yachting around the muck
The royal wind in his face

Eating fingers then
We rush to the railings
And watch Nelson’s Pillar go by (in rubber boots and epaulets)
(What was Daedalus doing in Irish town?)

Well, you can kiss my ass
And send me the bill.

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