johnnychaff

Odysseus

prom king of the ages

you steal

our young ladies

using your tricks

and lurs

Sweeping them 

into your arms

you take them

on far off roads

towards the ocean 

You sit

pondering the trees

and their exsistance

Egg

Eggs of ideas

you lay

Ideas for tomorrow

But tomorrow never comes

It's over 

Gone forever

like the leaves swept up by the wind