Earthly Delights

SHAME

I told what I thought was a "little white lie", and it has exploded in my face. (They tend to do that, apparently.) This ought to teach me. It is a definite mistake to try to please all of the people all of the time. One ends up completely alone and with no respect, Man. Damn. I am SO in the wrong, and DEEPLY, DEEPLY embarassed.

On a different note, here is little something just for your enjoyment:

Portrait of a Lady
Your thighs are appletrees
whose blossoms touch the sky.
Which sky? The sky
where Watteau hung a lady's
slipper. Your knees are a southern breeze -- or
a gust of snow. Agh! what
sort of man was Fragonard?
-- As if that answered
anything. -- Ah, yes. Below
the knees, since the tune
drops that way, it is
one of those white summer days,
the tall grass of your ankles
flickers upon the shore --
Which shore? --
the sand clings to my lips --
Which shore?
Agh, petals maybe. How
should I know?
Which shore? Which shore?
-- the petals from some hidden
appletree -- Which shore?
I said petals from an appletree.