The first year was like icing. Then the cake started to show through …
Love, Reality, Poetry
I'm heading for a clean-named placelike Wisconsin, and mad as a jack-o'-lantern, will get therewithout help and nosy proclivities.
Poetry, Poem, Independence
A little bunny or some kind of ferret was probablythere too, and bore witness as only rodents can.
Poetry, Poem
Its a bit mad. Too bad, I mean, that getting to know each just for a fleeting second Must be replaced by unperfect knowledge of the featureless wholeLike some pocket history of the world, so generalAs to constitute a sob or wail
Knowledge
Things can harden meaningfully in the moment of indecision
Time
until only infinity remained of beauty
Beauty
The music brought us what it seemed / We had long desired, but in a form / so rarefied there was no emptiness of sensation
Music