Confession, First & Last

A boy easily distracted By the tilt of a maiden’s bustle By falling locks, a pair of legs, and A stout pint B’fore the new trend B’fore the brass totem (Bear, Wolf, Raven!) {Trumpet Blast} There was a tyme (En the long ago) When eye wallow’d en shit w/ the best of them And darkness […]

Gestalt

The loses and regrets en this Life We bravely endure w/ the perfect poise of a paladin We do not mind the hard blows 2 the gut (even when they arrive en bunches) We do not mind the sword when it is driven, hilt-deep, ento the upper thigh We do not mind the occasional port-wine […]