Ain't NOTHING easy about Sunday morning...

Wednesday, August 13, 2003

Journey to the center
I journeyed and never saw eyes like that.
Hidden and exposed an invitation to stay away.
Of course I ran
to it
Nearly had it said that I destroyed
Instead I rose like any other name.

-Beat

Thanks Beatrice for the poem.
It just be rainin poems, O.

Philly soon. I'm excited.