myspace poem

now for a brisk and cheerful fight
are you awake?
stern cold man
a pen of steel
when the hours of day are numbered
musing, between the sunset and the dark
there is no flock, however watched and tended
why do you always stand there shivering
the ships are lying in the bay
often is it not so?
i walk down the garden paths
no prey am i of poor thoughts
little gate was reached at last
the single clenched fist lifted and ready