Friday, October 21, 2011

Now What?

A little late for art,
a little weak for song,
I try my best to write,
and still it comes out wrong.

I looked within my heart,
I ate a peck of dirt.
I asked for extra light
and never shaved my shirt.

For every ancient blight
I found acoustic cure,
then shared it. Every part
of me was sound and sure.

It's late now, and the night
concludes a damaged age.
I guess I ought to start
to fill this empty page.


Pituitary GLand said...


Richard Epstein said...

Thank you. I receive relatively few comments from glands and organs.

karensomethingorother said...

you've awakened the pituitary gland, Richard. Bravo!