Gord

2015-12-31 12:00 am

He asks why do all the good men die?
He watches her eyes as the tears well up,
and they both just cry.
Through the wristwatches he loses time,
Ignorant to buyer's market.
Ignorant to the sacred time,
To save the come ons for another line.

Gord

2015-12-08 12:00 am

Chance choirs made from wolves,
Lance fire no longer, proper,
Atlas' wait, the world evolves,
Society decays and dissolves,
Great heroes fall to the gossiper,
Sitting improper, upon gossamer.
Intelligence to fall en mass,
The spider man, revered for candor,
Perspires to fight the fault finder.