i never seem to have time to drop off a decent blog. mostly because i'm newly married and i have other important things to tend to. i also don't have internet access at the crib. so, i'm posting a poem for your pondering and introspection. my wife tells me that she can't understand them all the time. hit me with a comment or a question about what you think or what you don't think...
זנה (zä·nä')
Oh Putter Together
Put her together
Put her together
Again again.
Oh Putter Together
She’s worn from the weather
Put her together
Again again.
Oh Putter Tgether
There’s stains on her dress
Ached with regress
Put her together again
put her together
Oh Putter Together
Again again.
pining cries
she hides her head,
fettered from her empty fall
trembling at her apprehensions,
baffled by her pieces strewn
all along her bent pretenses
merry-went-round and down again
found in foreign arms
Putter together
Put her
together
again
again
