Friday 27 July 2012


Text to a girl from Lake Ontario:

The waves crashing into shore today are uncouth and full of wrath, like a drunken lover who has just struck you in the face.  Personally, I love it.  Shades of October in July.  Must be a storm brewing somewhere over the water.

A Different Kind of Poem:

she speaks to me in starlight
in the depths of night she comes
and whispers of shadows and sorrows,
laughter and song
and secrets known to none
save she and I
under the light of a crescent moon

she loved me as well as she could
somewhat less than I might have liked.

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