It's been windy lately. Winter in The Netherlands is just an impersonation of Fall.
Outside
The wind is what remains of God after taxes.
Irrefutable proof of the intangible
yes so solid in my head, under my chin
and inside my ears.
Invisible hands for an instant
Rearranging what's left of the cobwebs of liquor
Smacking me around in its wake
In it I can sense but not feel
I hold and then fall
Am always bested by
the remnants of God.
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Is that Boreas of David Boreanaz?
Nice poem, though. Especially like first sentence.
Mmmm I don't google things. I'm pretty sure it's a mix of the two though.
Well, vampires are often depicted as swift like the wind...So I suppose Boreanas could be the god of vampire celerity. You've discovered a new god!
If this is where sub-standard poetry leads you, I'll keep at it!
Keep posting: just try to stop right before you invent any new demons or a new patriarchal God.
Will do, although I wouldn't mind Nathan Fillion popping out of my words and into my room...
I'll just leave this here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0DZxrcGYAXQ
I'll just leave this here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0DZxrcGYAXQ
so good you have to see it twice
Not sure how you feel about NPH, but I thought you'd like Dr. Castle:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T7kkVYSbXVc&feature=player_embedded#!
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