I am Karma's mule
and she is leading me forward on a rickety cart,
cackling,
dangling the carrot of romance
just beyond my hungry muzzle.
My lust is tenacious as the Nile in June.
But all my romantic pursuits are stillborn
Filling fresh water with rotting flesh.
I must have been Humbert Humbert in my last life.
Or Heinrich Himmler.
Lolita, you must forgive me.
Six million Jews you must forgive me.
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Good blog Brady. I read periodically, but am not much for commenting... I spend so much of my time picking writing apart that it's sort of nice to just READ. Enjoyable.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you're sticking with it - you've got some great stuff.