Wednesday, December 22, 2004
Mendicant
He carries a bindle,
and sings a,
harsh cold cold... song.
He remembers he's single,
how lonesome tonight he is.
He lounges, he capers,
under an,
etiolated sky.
He is a mendicant,
would you spare him some alms?
He playfully implores,
give to me,
just a penny please?
His song is like a withered sun,
many coarse skies had it explored.
He is a mendicant,
and he begs,
to live his days.
Not merely for your empathy,
but the passion he has in mind.
He is a mendicant,
will he really die happy?
cuRRent...jer
¶ 9:48 pm
He carries a bindle,
and sings a,
harsh cold cold... song.
He remembers he's single,
how lonesome tonight he is.
He lounges, he capers,
under an,
etiolated sky.
He is a mendicant,
would you spare him some alms?
He playfully implores,
give to me,
just a penny please?
His song is like a withered sun,
many coarse skies had it explored.
He is a mendicant,
and he begs,
to live his days.
Not merely for your empathy,
but the passion he has in mind.
He is a mendicant,
will he really die happy?
cuRRent...jer
¶ 9:48 pm
