I gazed outside one starry night
And caught a glimpse of Seles bright
Peerlessly shining in argent majesty
Alas, I knew not the unforeseen travesty
That would hit me, when in my zeal
I grabbed the camera, head over heel
To catch one picture of Gaia's consort
However it was all for nilly naught
Once I saw the photo, did I sob
My splendid satellite
Turned to a tacky blob
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Songs of the Reed
PoetryA repository of various poems that I have written over the years gathered into this publication. Influences range from Whitman, Ginsberg to Shakespeare and Milton and confluence into what is hopefully a larger collection. It'll be updated daily with...
