Bicycles have two wheels, One for you and one for me. But fitting two on one small seat Has some difficulty. We'll ride around in the sun But eventually we'll get saddle sore And we'll go back to walking alone The way we did before.
"To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god." - Jorge Luis Borges ------------------------------- Above the flow of the River Styx Not through verity, but through tricks The sweet ambrosia her lips betwixt Lay the goddess Aphrodite; And like a maiden smiling she Giving him no chance to flee The … Continue reading Aphrodite
She did not think that she would sink Into that Well again But there it spreads like black ink. Newspapers on the street swirl at her feet; Endless fury, a never ending story. Memories of speeding between the lines, Running from fines. She shies from the print, sucks on a mint. Sticky fingers. Finger prints. … Continue reading Limbo