Monday, June 23, 2014


"I would rather feel contrition than know how to define it." - Imitation of Christ

Bent to pick up a nickel, brought to the ground
The forces of the earth, magnetic, pull down
A moment begat another of disappointment
Now I'm soothing my regret with a timeworn ointment

Two strokes on a page, lost will, in the ledger
It's a new page, but you know you're a repeat offender
Left the meek - when you were weak - by the side of the road
Guess that's why they call it abandon; can't say you didn't know

Whatever floats your boat is a ship to scuttle
And unrequited love is an urgent rebuttal
Every stick in the mud is reduced by a sickle
Should've known better than to pick up a nickel

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