You idiot! You act like I have All the time in the world for you But I am cold as a tree I grow in shades of purpose I am cunning as a wolf I dress up in skins Of pain I reverence God But my secret oblations Pierce me in Surprising fashion I danced in the moonlight But experience Made me run scrambling for roses And your ingratiating silence Has jammed thorns in my head |
|
|
|