My father taught me how to swim when I was five years old. He took me down to the river and threw me in. I wouldn’t have minded, but people were ice-skating at the time.
Posts Tagged ‘poet’
January 30th
Wednesday, February 10th, 2010January 31st
Wednesday, February 10th, 2010I used to have an open mind,
but my brains kept falling out.
Winter time.
Wednesday, January 27th, 2010Once again it’s putting on its winter clothes,
Its blanket of snow,
and suffercating the earth.
It drapes of the arms of trees and onto the blanket below.
Screaming children jump on its stomach and kick its shins.
For their pleasure not his.
They just leave him there to rest in pain.
No one relizes him.
Taken for granted he sits there surrounding his own beauty.
Now ruined on the stone cold floor.