Radagast

sometimes when you're asleep your brain tells you that you're awake, stuff happens that makes no sense...six pence...sing a song of six pence pocket full of fare...for the love of God, woman please go shave your hair...i just remembered the road from the airport in a foreign country at night, with street lights orange and sleep in my eyes.

the earthy man who leaves no home
except the ones he cannot lift
noble, simple, like clayey loam
but not with might would the scale he shift

birds and trees all know his name
he's no king and he wears no crown
and when the spring comes out to play
there lives on radagast the brown

sending forth his help in time
of hues and shapes and a simple rhyme

but he fought no war, he was not aware
matters of the ring were not his care

tell me not that you haven't heard them say
radagast loved earth more than gandalf the grey

so his time ran short and he went back to the west
for eternal spring and an unending rest.


martin pale...reads the same book over and over again...