Macedonian Murmurs

Steering clear of Sparta, met a partisan in Carthage and we shared some Mama Juana and I promised her a sonnet which I will (once I’ve forgotten and look down to see it smiling up, all happily unearthed). Philip wished and Al insisted – bumming cigarettes to princes: three mastodons in mountain villas, trampling on the edelweiss, glad to have god with us.

And they were right – it is sometimes not even worth the fight when you could push your shit aside and rule the earth the same.


~ by perfectionatrix on October 15, 2015.

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