Monday, December 1, 2014

Always Valiant in Pursuit of Hopeless Metaphor

"the silhouette of retrospective good times when we still believed in summer hotels and the philosophies of popular songs"

Still do, damn me. Retrospectively
Must be
My good times, recently. Nothing

Seems much stupider to me
Than those
Two words who
Can conjure so much weepage

From saints and fools. Good. Times.
Now is a good
Time for good
Times. Now is never. Times

Are one, soul of the holy, Zarathustrian
Bovid, the stolen,
Allegory, oh! my visionary cow.

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