Saturday, January 10, 2009

erm...doesn't have a title yet...

It's annoying how little ideas get stuck in your head until you write them. It really is. Especially when you have other things you're supposed to be writing, and they're kind of nonsensical ideas anyway, but they won't go away and be nonsensical somewhere else.
Dillon don't put any more ideas in my head, ok?
..................

He lives at the top
of the mountain,
did you know?
At the very top
of a treacherous climb
where there's just a smatter
of snow.
He lives at the top
of the mountain,
did you know?
And he'll solve
all your problems
a penny apiece
if you go.
He lives at the top
of the mountain,
did you know?
Up the crooked road
past the cliffs and craigs
that you have to climb
just so.
He lives at the top
of the mountain,
did you know?
You didn't know?
Well.
It's true my friend
and you ought to go
despite the craigs
and the cliffs
and snow.
Go visit the man
who lives up that way
if only to see
what he has to say...

1 comment:

L.L. Barkat said...

Strikes me as your own kind of siren song. :)