http://slow.writerscafe.org/squinko The original writings of author Bjarte Knutson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031178 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I go down to the pubOn different nightsBut...It is always the same nightWith the same facesThe same jokesThe same storiesI could try a different drinkBut scotch serves me wellThe drink is not the problemTonight I left earlyI walked the same streetsI've known since I was a childI see an old tireLeani.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/squinko/1172033/ The ephemeral Greek beautyIs but a mistressA distraction conjuredBy a boyish mindHer face masksA grinning skullHer fair hair flowsTo cover a dark hood http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/squinko/1171983/ In the young sunlight of the mornenI go out to plumpen the goatsThey eat with bottomless greedI am still too asleep to be boredBut I hope they are finishen soonThe day does not last foreverWhen the sun sets on themThe goats will plumpen me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/squinko/1161738/ Looken at the night skyThe moon maken lightOf troubles belowSo high up thereYou are safeIn these woods it is notWolfs are chasen me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/squinko/1161706/ Fat cosin Borj take me huntenI do not likeHe just fill his fat face with Buttermilk BorvelAnd drink potaeto rumHe enchant poor deer with his dancenThen kill them with hammerI cry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/squinko/1161698/