10-24-2011, 02:42 AM
Join me below the pier tonight and I will show you verdant fields,
shining in a used condom lighted by a stray moonbeam.
Large and dumb the sea berates whining wooden legs. A
dog barks somewhere in the black, reminding me of home,
dirty dining room tables, televisions tuned to crap.
Once in Yarmouth we played crazy golf. The sun shone
fierce and the cars were merry. Though naught is permanent I
can still take pleasure from that day, as soldiers recollect first loves.
England never existed. Dover cliffs and bad singers cannot
save you from despair. Only memories and love carry such power.
shining in a used condom lighted by a stray moonbeam.
Large and dumb the sea berates whining wooden legs. A
dog barks somewhere in the black, reminding me of home,
dirty dining room tables, televisions tuned to crap.
Once in Yarmouth we played crazy golf. The sun shone
fierce and the cars were merry. Though naught is permanent I
can still take pleasure from that day, as soldiers recollect first loves.
England never existed. Dover cliffs and bad singers cannot
save you from despair. Only memories and love carry such power.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe