We fell
Hanging from the branches of the Tree of Life
(snakes hissing up and down its trunk;
flies buzzing ferociously)
we grew and ripened -
till
(heavy with desire;
leaking sweet corruption)
thankfully we fell.
Hanging from the branches of the Tree of Life
(snakes hissing up and down its trunk;
flies buzzing ferociously)
we grew and ripened -
till
(heavy with desire;
leaking sweet corruption)
thankfully we fell.
October 21st, 2007 at 8:06 am
Where humor is concerned there are no standards - no one can say what is good or bad, although you can be sure that everyone will — John Kenneth Galbraith (1908-2006)