April 24, 2006

Seventeen years is too long a fogPlace upon the mantle your old volume with a new roseTime does not sympathize, marches in spite of youYour bones are still olderYour days are still numberedSeventeen years of thisDon’t really matterAs long as the rent gets paidAs long as the kids get fedYour half life’s your whole life… Continue reading April 24, 2006