Fun Poem

this one was written 11-26-99

"Untitled"

let the dancers twirl and the flutist
blow our minds. let the happy get
happy and the sad fill their sacks.
joy joy the day is new and we lift
our hands.....
weep no more child for the keeper
has kept and the reaper has slept.
the time is now even as the clock
tries to say
"no it's now"
no no it's now now"
no no no it's now now now"
we care not for time and not for
shame
the risen is rising but always low
enough to touch with a tiny
finger. so blow your horns and
grasp your silly....
festival breaks for nothing
yet
bends for all!
-rts