Reminiscences, intimations, apologia and other garbled sounds from a man at rest.
Sunday, March 01, 2009
But, I Wanted To Sing –
Sparrows in my mind Scratching for ort Stirring a host Crowding in my bowels Have the fireflies flown? From a grumbling cavern They fly up to My uptight gullet Pushing up bile Tamped down By peristalsis