i'm too tired to look up and cry
its private tears for me
the most that i can, and will try
is as eager as i can be
i've never been too stupid
or so blind to not see
that scrumptuous fool, not Cupid
was more than just some bumble bee
Posted at 11:02 pm by BryanDurham
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muddy ponds, red slush, undiluted mirth
croaking amphibians, surreptiously clean mammals
breathe, submerge, rise and breathe again
children walk, all tall gumboots plip-plop
buses fly, and open drains ply at Vakola and King's Circle
dan brown....ha, ha, ha.....you've got to see this
no code for a city like this
casual leave seems another synonym
a holiday sounds better, eat the dirt
no time like this to freely flirt
corn on the cob, and lentils on the side
gods bustling for devotion space in morning and evening locals
even as devotees chant in tired frenzy
wet from rain and cold clammy sweat
my home is around the corner, by the building on the kerb
its pouring here, and nothing seems to stop it, if but some white earth.
the dogs are hiding, kiddies frollicking, and what's more
no one gives a damn.
why should I?
Posted at 04:59 pm by BryanDurham
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