Subject: | The Dreariness of the Day |
From: | Christopher W. Thomas (creatician@poetic.com) |
Host: | 207-172-227-125.s62.as1.dnb.erols.com |
Date: | Fri Jan 30, 1998 at 3:55PM |
There is really very little to say
About the dreariness of the day
Bone-grey skies are abounding
In a tight circle, quite unrounding
Amidst the barren and bleak grey
Is a stillness which does not pay
To fill with thoughts and visions
Edging out all the cooler legions
Which abound in other hearts
Initialized with quite false starts
Given voice in some new e-mail
Placed on a glass-wall with nails
- Tristram
Christopher W. Thomas
3:55pm Friday Jan. 30, 98