from
THE RED HORSE
In merrygorounds of lies
The red horse of your smile
Goes round
And I stand rooted there
With the sad whip of reality
And I have nothing to say
Your smile is as true
As my home truths
to
SONG OF THE JAILER
Where are you going handsome jailer
with that key that's touched with blood
I am going to free the one I love
If there's still time
She whom I've imprisoned
Tenderly and cruelly
In my most secret desire
In my deepest torment
In falsehoods of the future
In stupidities of vows
I want to free her
I want her to be free
And even to forget me
And even to go off
And even to come back
And love me again
Or love another
If another pleases her
And if I stay alone
And she gone off
I will only keep
I will always keep
In my two hallowed hands
To the end of all my days
The softness of her breasts molded by love
- Prévert
i am a free little bird, flocking back to the trees and the neighbourhoods i love and which love me and and loving again the earth for all the warmth i forgot was always there.
Omaha!
Comments (4)
I love this warm weather too, and after my vacation in California, I feel like 23432 dollars.
Posted by Rob | April 16, 2008 2:29 AM
Posted on April 16, 2008 02:29
The great thing about the cycle of the world is that even if you're down, something will come around (like spring) and pacify the demons inside. I know this winter in Kansas was a little too long and I was getting a little depressed by the end of it. TGIS...Thank goodness it's spring! p.s., I like how you spell neighbourhood.
Posted by Ryan S | April 16, 2008 2:24 PM
Posted on April 16, 2008 14:24
2 weeks!!!
Posted by tim | April 21, 2008 10:54 AM
Posted on April 21, 2008 10:54
one*
Posted by jayme | April 21, 2008 12:08 PM
Posted on April 21, 2008 12:08