The very weasels of our anticipation are all atremble with the prospect of next weekend’s encounter between the currently on-form Little Frigging Inter-village Orgy squad and the leading French side
I tried forgetting, but that never really works. I tried walking away, but still have shoulders To look back over and the distance always Makes these things seem more attractive
He will regret speaking, As he regrets so very much Of a life not really used, Except to pass slow time In timid consideration Of carefully-chosen options, With well-defined limits
And then the motion takes us further on To places found and lost again, as time Is turning on, far past those times long gone We lost or left behind, almost a crime
