Higher altitude can’t outslip
all the mistakes, mishaps, and consequences;
can't drift away from a lifetime of misery,
Higher altitude can’t outslip
all the mistakes, mishaps, and consequences;
can't drift away from a lifetime of misery,
The various purlieus and numerous trysting haunts
loiter upon thy conscience like evaporated smoke off
an October Fall chilly morning, how fondly the memories
return in clarity, they unfold quickly as they lodge upon
my menacing memory, some muckle with regret, many
sally with dulcet pleasure; soulful bound to trifling mistakes,
smothered by injustice, and overmatched by impenitent
consequence, the overcast, and the scenery is modified in
Hardesty’s Proverbs
To err is human, but to really fuck up that requires Social Media.
- John Hardesty
Herding Cretan milk goats and chanting Greek verses to poly gods, writers ascribe to the pastoral hymns of sorrow where time’s the thief...