Be Gone

Poems and Things


just let me shrink…
Nay, let me instead


Think only of him,
my sweet cherubim.

My chances are slim,
but swim.

Swim fast,
Never wane.

Make the love last,
Never fain.

Silly head, be still.
Nay, it’s Satan. Be gone!
Spare me painful trills
of past empty bygones.

Desist your painful snarls
Reminding me of the year in time
Where I cast my pearls
Before swine.

You bicker me, foul demon.
You block my mouth with sand.

You ridicule me to think on


Think false thoughts on and on.


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