Schrödinger Blue
Gusts and mists are just the stuff of dreams...
Real life is harder-edged, it seems.
Sharp glaciers snag my belt and coat,
A cushioned life would get my vote.
Although perfection's an underrated thing
It is the best, for pulling out a sting:
"it's rather drown than fly," she said.
I groaned, and kicked her out of bed...
The foolish Bone ate the dog
Navigating thickest fog
The marrow sucketh of itself
You take the poverty, I'll take the wealth
| Contributors: | Apsley, fester, Cate Trotter, teacup, Nigel Sly, dan. |
| Poem finished: | 2nd April 2002. |