Thursday, June 24, 2010


I'll bury these meanings far below
as to cast a static show

In this most banal of ways
I am tired of the passing of days

This damnable chat, my mental sound
keeps me only from becoming found

while earthly things alone I see
I'm adept at mock-maturity

In high regard, you hold me something less:
one with dull ambition you address

1 comment:

Marvin the Martian said...

Shakespeare would be proud.