Daily Archives: June 28, 2015

World Cup

Behold, the chalice of fortune and fate Whose gilded flair we leave too late To bear the tears from solemn gates Of lost time and chores, I promulgate: The last season’s wings have flown Though your vision eats up my nights I claim only what is now not my own But what stole my dreams…

The Dream Machine

If I were less than some impressed, voyeur of the stars I’d sit beneath the sky above, and weave my threads Manufacture empty schemes, build homes so far Consume the dreams, from the Dream Machine Though we are poles apart The gold that glitters on TV screens, Are the objects of our devotion; The Masters…