Thursday, June 2, 2016

Knee Deep

If I don't get hit by a bus I'll live to see the last mountain gorilla, the final Sumatran elephant. When the snow leopard breathes his last and the only giant panda outside a zoo croaks, I'll still be fretting about war. 

Real poets are threatened with extinction. Soldiers are not.

I'm putting it all on fuchsia and I'm letting it ride. If love loses, I'm going down with it, boys.

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