Wells Done

24 April 2009

the slug cried itself
to an unsightly death
just melted away to nothing
on river of his own salty tears.

Posted by wells

Argonauts of

a grief-stricken

and shipwrecked

ideal: That an

as-yet-unknown,

and undiscovered

world lies just

beyond the bitter

boundaries

of this one - a land

so over-rich in

strange and questionable

beauty - something

so holy, intangible,

deliciously frightful

and divine

that our thirst for

the possession thereof

hath

overreached

and got so

completely

out of hand

that alas!

nothing will any

longer satisfy...

midnight streetlights

fade to starfish

and fog

The dark barks

the dog bogs

on the mental

monkey bars

of my blog...