All entries for Friday 17 June 2005
June 17, 2005
Speak not of my will when I am in bed.
And speak not of anything you've already said.
My heart pumps polluted
blood to my brain.
But my money will go into easing my pain!
See how he runs from the madness of death
With nothing to lose or gain or have.
Where goes the knife that murders the sheep?
Towards the river to rust and weep.
Leave magician! Leave us in peace!
You cannot console this gentle beast.
Can you not see his distressed frown?
Go now! We have no use for a clown!