Dates an extraterrestrial pagan.
Late at night, he waits alone
Beside his cosmic telephone.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Had a taste for citric jelly.
When he tasted lemon-lime,
He would burst into a rhyme.
A blog about all the arts, including politics
"for 'twere absurd to think that nature in the earth bred gold, perfect in the instant;
there must be remote matter." - Ben Jonson
"I don't know what the question is, but art is the answer." - Guy Conner