Me and Paulie Dine
Here is the steeple
No, here lies my shrine
When I was little
That was the time
Sense was so futile
The universe, mine
Though I’d retire
To rise while I die
Reared upon beauty
Thought fenland fine
Made up a routine
To dream of Paulie Dine
Battles and castles
Marches in lines
Adventure, my hassle
Hunting for rhines
At least, I’ll be sure now
It lives only that age
Take a breath, take a bow
No longer a mindless mage
Forgive me, dear Paulie
How I wish you’d stayed mine
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Poise on The Verge of Insanity
PoetryThis is a small set of seven poems, an experimental practice which hopefully turns out for the best. This collection explores several themes including the most popular tropes of romance and betrayl. I really hope my poems are given attention as I mu...
