Satyre <$BlogRSDUrl$>

Friday, September 24, 2004


Well the lush separation unfolds you --
and the products of wealth
push you along on the bow wave
of the spiritless undying selves.
And you press on God's waiter your last dime --
as he hands you the bill.
And you spin in the slipstream --
timeless -- unreasoning --
paddle right out of the mess.

Ian Anderson, Jethro Tull, Aqualung

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?