HeadsOnSticks
New Yorker
- Joined
- Jan 15, 2003
- Messages
- 3,088
The late sun's rays
with gentle fingers
touch the yellow leaves
outside. Reflected in
the window are a book & a silhouette &
a silhouette, a halo of hair
We are this year
permeated with history
as a cobweb with light.
I ask myself if the
prevailing shortage
of geniuses
may not be caused
by the disappearance
of tertiary stages of syphilis.
Some kind of heavenly
spider
Rise above you, above me
& above the aspirin.
with gentle fingers
touch the yellow leaves
outside. Reflected in
the window are a book & a silhouette &
a silhouette, a halo of hair
We are this year
permeated with history
as a cobweb with light.
I ask myself if the
prevailing shortage
of geniuses
may not be caused
by the disappearance
of tertiary stages of syphilis.
Some kind of heavenly
spider
Rise above you, above me
& above the aspirin.
