Irene

Irene (With Destinies)
10-13-17

Like ghosts all shadows fell
And again ascend
Where Halloween is not the end
And All Saints Day cometh quickly
Eating no man's bread for nought
Expect her at noon adjusting the light bulb again
In childhood one more melencholy and melodramatic
All for what appears pragmatic
Thrilling to think of pumpkins and skeletons
Salute all brethren with an holy kiss
As so somewhere we are made as priests just as well
I learn how to wait but that's a different story of time dragging on
As if in purgatory some swerve turning aside to foolish jangling
As I do here for the cause of passing time
Left at Crete for the same cause for the outcome and its result
Bubble gum we do exalt....