Friday, October 27, 2006
Two Poems
London
I'm drawn to London
Again and again
Like a dirty obsession
I don't know why
It's my new bad habit.
A Fickle God Is Ours And True
A fickle god is ours and true
But does he know I wrote this?
In liturgical texts we pay our respects
He never seems to notice.
I'm drawn to London
Again and again
Like a dirty obsession
I don't know why
It's my new bad habit.
A Fickle God Is Ours And True
A fickle god is ours and true
But does he know I wrote this?
In liturgical texts we pay our respects
He never seems to notice.
# posted by Blatherard Osmo : 3:56 PM
