I have decided to join SG because I was supposed to go to the burlesque show when it came through for free because my friend used to work for the label the screaming japanese girls are signed with, but they got stopped at the border by the stupid border guards so we couldn't get in and drank and watched arrested develpoment and ali g instead which was ok but I would have liked to have seen tits and as Till (my friend) pointed out seeing his gfs would have just been awkward so I took his suggestion and joined so I can see some of the tits I missed and post poetry and semi starical rants and diatribes mostly about love without having to footnote my references and quotes and maybe I can see how many of you know what I am taking about and are as smart as you might think you are and maybe something I say at one point might be true and end with a period. Here is a poem.
Winter Parade
You are a warm day in the triumph of winter
The sun white-bright revealing shines
Against frozen lake below horizon of trees
And I am content to just breathe you in
Others have marched and waved here
Trails old and deep in the remembering ice
I will be fresh and pleasantly surprised
By crackling under me as you are broke new
Snowed pines make white arches in victory
And somewhere trumpets on the wind
Though I surrendered so gladly
To stand still silent and want nothing
All is wind and white winter lake
But however sweet and nothing
The afternoon will not sustain me
As skin, moist under parka, turns cold
I will leave to car, highway, then waterloo
You will build my memory a cabin
Far away near the trap lines with medals
And tokens of the retreating enemy
Like some forgotten trapper it will remain
First an ornery, obdurate monument
Then a mean parody in spite of past joy
Till spring melts away the last of your conquest
-August 23, 2006
Winter Parade
You are a warm day in the triumph of winter
The sun white-bright revealing shines
Against frozen lake below horizon of trees
And I am content to just breathe you in
Others have marched and waved here
Trails old and deep in the remembering ice
I will be fresh and pleasantly surprised
By crackling under me as you are broke new
Snowed pines make white arches in victory
And somewhere trumpets on the wind
Though I surrendered so gladly
To stand still silent and want nothing
All is wind and white winter lake
But however sweet and nothing
The afternoon will not sustain me
As skin, moist under parka, turns cold
I will leave to car, highway, then waterloo
You will build my memory a cabin
Far away near the trap lines with medals
And tokens of the retreating enemy
Like some forgotten trapper it will remain
First an ornery, obdurate monument
Then a mean parody in spite of past joy
Till spring melts away the last of your conquest
-August 23, 2006