02-20-2014, 12:15 AM
Rain streaks across the page,
melting my metaphors
with the mercurial
abandon of a
precocious
child:
no great loss
as my phrases
were as empty
as the glass that held
my last portion of Scotch.
I lay my head upon the table,
and fall asleep to the sotto voce
cascade of congenial inconsonance
in this unexpected evening shower.
melting my metaphors
with the mercurial
abandon of a
precocious
child:
no great loss
as my phrases
were as empty
as the glass that held
my last portion of Scotch.
I lay my head upon the table,
and fall asleep to the sotto voce
cascade of congenial inconsonance
in this unexpected evening shower.
–Erthona
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.