To snooze? Two gaunt men--the one I visited yesterday with bones older than mine; the other, today, my age. I wish to make a gift of my fat. I have more than I need. Yes, but the mysterious laws of this planet, do not permit it. If masters there be, in India, or in the …
“Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.” – Carl Sandburg
When you die, you will look back
upon the motley, hurley-burley carnival
with a tiny pentagram of wry compassion
in your open, trusting eye
Come sit with me, in valleys
of my shoulder blades,
whistle something in my ear
No PC art could rescue her;
this thinness where thick plump belongs.
In a beauty shop called Perfect Look
your blindness sits upon a couch.
"Any man of sense would remember that the eyes are doubly confused from two different causes, both in passing from light to darkness and from darkness to light; and believing that the same things happen with regard to the soul also, whenever he sees a soul confused and unable to discern anything he would not …
I promised you, I know, I know
I'd wash a gravel pile of clothes
It's half-past two,
sunny as a shiny penny
rubbing pockets of the world.
"The ceremony of innocence is drowned..."
Mother, you are my dream scroll...