perdita

Perdita
2-11-19

Where there is reconciliation by the altitude of a chopine
For the language we use nothing to lose
Lonely in the chase of waterfalls as to fulfill all desire
For Pall Malls yea, so you troth that we can have both in ladies of justices
And sisters of mercy O, how many miles to Dublin?
As words fill my hair in Perdita remembering of when I was in love
Going undercover as to fulfill this desire for Bacon's wild oats
O, great quest travelling west having another third thought for playing the lead roll
All is well with my soul
Gluing me to our scenic tour where I want more...






Time For Therapy
2-11-19

Going somewhere with it
I count it as nowhere without it
In Miranda child of storm threesome and ten Sir Wiles from Dublin
All for our prince of Tyre
Bear with me a little folly
East of the sun in a more promising time zone
Scandanavians need not stand alone all for a new thrill
Halfway content all for Lee and Lazarus
As to see his daughter's child all in Troilus toward our bipaths
It's getting so hard gone musty claims never musty
Enter Othello and stay at the Hamlet
Leading us to seek it out
O, what good is it to look right through you?