Friday, April 07, 2006

38. "Fatidic Sunset"

So weary of King Zog & all his works
Machines a hand can make but cannot fix

Skidding through a red; the grind of tyres
On torn up the only road, one's endless chores

Shouting threats into a tin can phone
Spray flying up silver a Sunday morn


Blogger michael said...

by "King Zog" i mean the ego.


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