Indra’s Aaromale #1 – A Love Story of Cockroaches, Cigarettes and Curly Chest-Hair.

“Man’s greatest tragedy is that he can conceive of a perfection which he cannot attain.” – Lord Byron(Jerome MacGann) O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,         Alone and palely loitering?  The sedge has withered from the lake,         And no birds sing.  O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,         So haggard and so woe-begone?  The squirrel’s granary is full, …

O a Sailor’s Song – A Praising Poem

O the sailor of those violent storms,
Who thread the path with silent songs,
Who sang for gods, who broke the rocks,
And you drove the demons mad and far.