A Drunk Man Looks At A Saint

In long hours of idleness,

I have burned many futures,

And still I offer amorous verses

In intimacy beginning

And intimacy ending.

 

In lonely hours,

I have looked out of the eye of saints,

And the eye of a drunkard,

And found you wanting in neither fashion.

Reviews

[Pete]

well, i guess it takes all kinds. nicely told. very poignant.