I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
Your boredom and urgent thirst were real, once The cold room and precarious platform Were as worrisome as his annoyed grunts
By D. J. Reddallabout 3 hours ago in Poets
We used to mock the liquid Looking down from our frosty blue parapets Impervious to doubt and pain Clean and pristine as an original idea
By D. J. Reddall4 days ago in Poets
I will promise you Everything you dream about For a small favor
By D. J. Reddall5 days ago in Poets
The displeased demos Used to vote villains into Ten years of exile
By D. J. Reddall10 days ago in Poets
The shore is warm and dry, stable and sound The sand caresses skin and keeps it safe Allow some firmer footing to be found
I was certain that the magic would work My lantern and carpet should have allowed My voyage to transcend the local murk Permitting me to flee the foolish crowd
By D. J. Reddall12 days ago in Poets
On all the wagons Moving in all directions My tea is totaled
By D. J. Reddall14 days ago in Poets
The brave warrior Serves one, terrible master: Insatiable death
By D. J. Reddall17 days ago in Poets
Alone I remain Unfit for any other Way of being here
By D. J. Reddall19 days ago in Poets
Beware the orange troll, my little lads and lasses, Lest his eyes fix on your assets, your labor or your asses! The lips that lie, and hunger for all things
By D. J. Reddall20 days ago in Poets
Take away respect There can be no trust and no Sincere devotion
Propriety permits propinquity Provided that all our drawers stay up Selecting art's harmless society We taste of, but do not drain, lust's warm cup
