You say-that is to say
My heart says it wants to hear a song.
But that's not altogether true
It wants to be raptured to a moment a feeling a memory
And with my singular drachma to beseech that Hallowed ferry man
To sail me my dead immortal heart far away from the land of the living
And to a world of dreams and phantasies
Where with the price of a nickel I can escape.
Funny how our hearts don't require reality they require fairytales
Oh if only I could get my heart to be faithful
To the truth.
Then I would never love two women again
And what a fairytale that would be.
ČTEŠ
The Penultimate Pleasures
PoezieA collection of poems meant to embody the ongoing struggle of souls seeking shelter in modernity. (Let me know what you think:)
