I feel the center of my being is my
Stomach, not my brain or heart,
Thoughts often less satisfying,
Frankly, than a good belch or fart.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Image by Mark Harm Niemeyer
Far Out (By Philip Larkin)
Beyond the bright cartoons
Are darker spaces where
Small cloudy nests of stars
Seem to float on the air.
These have no proper names:
Men out alone at night
Never look up at them
For guidance or delight.
For such evasive dust
Can make so little clear:
Much less is known than not,
More far than near.
Blog Archive
-
▼
2015
(259)
-
▼
March
(21)
- My Puzzle
- The Thrill Is Gone
- Lunch Philosophy
- Oh Yeah?
- Sweetness And Light (Lush, 1990)
- My Lovely Lush
- Who And KC Mash-Up
- Pink Floyd
- Flight 9525
- 西大寺 裸祭り
- Our Reboot
- La Nausee
- お彼岸
- Ozymandias 2015
- Being Cut Some Slack
- Seen, Several Times, At The Mall
- Naval War College
- Survivor
- It All Adds Up
- Nexus
- Birth Of Haiku
-
▼
March
(21)
About Me
No comments:
Post a Comment