Poetry

Tuesday, 1 September 2026

Over and over

 Sperm in Alium

Know my onions

In the union partnered

Hares on the back of my neck

Leverets on my shoulder

Dogs at my behind

And hounds rolling over

Where can I find

Some peace of mind

While I grow older?

It should be easier

Than being a soldier

But nothing seems to come

Down the river but boulders

Tumbling trying to crush me

And I have to be Atlas

To lift the weight of the world

It's not all bad, it's just the heart

If not for the love of a girl

But That is just foolish art