bxgrl, as promised here is that link, along with today’s poem:
poems.com
Antichrist as a Child
When Antichrist was a child
He caught himself tracing
The capital letter A
On a window sill
And wondered why
Because his name contained no A.
And as he crookedly stood
In his mother’s flower-garden
He wondered why she looked so sadly
Out of an upstairs window at him.
He wondered why his father stared so
Whenever he saw his little son
Walking in his soot-coloured suit.
He wondered why the flowers
And even the ugliest weeds
Avoided his fingers and his touch.
And when his shoes began to hurt
Because his feet were becoming hooves
He did not let on to anyone
For fear they would shoot him for a monster.
He wondered why he more and more
Dreamed of eclipses of the sun,
Of sunsets, ruined towns and zeppelins,
And especially inverted, upside down steeples.
on what blocks do, I was supposed to write.
on blocks to all the exhibitionists live? besides cobblehiller’s.
jester,
rob initially blamed me because I was standing next to him when he found the eggs. Great jest, jester. Rob, you are a great sport.
Chicken, did kens drive his goat by way of some south slope side streets on the way to taking you home? He likes to show off my house to PLUSAs.
denton- who called you? Port Authority? I can’t wait to see the pictures!
btw, in case you feared from my earlier comments that I was turning H, I would also like to add that all of the girls last night were GORGEOUS!!!
You know what’s creepy? When gmail reads your email conversations and puts up advertisements based on what you’re discussing.
“If I’m going to peep into peoples windows like you guys – I want to see some real action not some old moldings.”
Stay off my block, Peeping Pete!! LOL!
bxgrl, as promised here is that link, along with today’s poem:
poems.com
Antichrist as a Child
When Antichrist was a child
He caught himself tracing
The capital letter A
On a window sill
And wondered why
Because his name contained no A.
And as he crookedly stood
In his mother’s flower-garden
He wondered why she looked so sadly
Out of an upstairs window at him.
He wondered why his father stared so
Whenever he saw his little son
Walking in his soot-coloured suit.
He wondered why the flowers
And even the ugliest weeds
Avoided his fingers and his touch.
And when his shoes began to hurt
Because his feet were becoming hooves
He did not let on to anyone
For fear they would shoot him for a monster.
He wondered why he more and more
Dreamed of eclipses of the sun,
Of sunsets, ruined towns and zeppelins,
And especially inverted, upside down steeples.
If I’m going to peep into peoples windows like you guys – I want to see some real action not some old moldings.