whorphan: November 2015

Saturday, November 28, 2015

if this one's not cheesy I don't know what is – for all of those hipster and all-too-cool kids...

it's up the down staircase, a catch 22, and out with a whimper – as we're want to do

all hail now ye heathens the season of mass; it brightly resembles a weak horse's ass

don't come ye cruel faithful the time isn't near for blowing up markets and spreading your fear

with all of their hatred the men did attack but with love and tolerance we turned them back

two guys on my doorstep did give me brief pause but for my few worries there wasn't due cause

from surf-side to mountaintop there's much to see here on this fair island of verdant Bali

it reeked much of weakness his frail alibi and short was the depth of his small flimsy lie

its outline though solid was strangely obtuse and all of us pondered upon its true use

with deep welling patience and big smiling face he traipsed through this wormhole much brimming of grace

with stone in the trouser and salt in the vein he gathered up his weary bone-heap again

remember Osiris and his too short death-rest