Rapt in luxury
They reclined in decadence
And rose in squalor
Rapt in luxury
They reclined in decadence
And rose in squalor
They will take what’s given
How they’re driven
Now by their circumstance
I do not quite know
What to do with
That much pure adoration —
I just heard
Sounding like clouds
A promise
Shivering like leaves
On the steps of discovery
Soft and sweet, the fall
Sheds its leaves
For naked winter
“The world is wonderfully symmetrical. For example: a man can either love women, or be loved by them.”
(Things I hear on the elevator at work. – Owen)
Sideways rain
Like sheets of iron
Batters me
Maybe it’s
(At last) her turn to
Be the one
Maybe there’s
And escape for her
Within sight