Dappled light amidst the evening breeze Blinding me and curling leaves Which will fall and tumble down To lay like lost organs on the ground. "Yes, it’s called Autumn. Well done. Are you taking your medication?" Pill upon pill upon pill upon pill Upon a high right now flying free But pretty soon my arse will kill As I have to take this suppository. "Right, well feel free to leave out the details. Still talking in rhyme I see?" Rhyme is some times so restrictive must o f t e n Become manipulative to a degree With some riddum instead. "Kerist son, you really are out there."
Infrequent bloggage by a beach bum. (c) 2003-2017