Poetry Blogs (witchcraft)
I feel awkward without coffee
like chasing pert sylvans round Helicon's hills
constant under Urania's dissapproving eye.
Makes one want to get deep into the wood with goat footed pan
erection flailing wild for Bacchus rites.
Or better yet to smash skulls for the ruby juice
thick Teutonic forest leaning close.
Friday 3rd August 2018 1:08 am