May 7, 2016
I got word from my brother,
A suggestion from one lover;
It’s still finely time to fill in those spaces,
I will take on cyber lawyers, to fill out a cyber will.
My cards splayed out on tables,
A gasp goes down ’round the drawn crowd,
As they turn to peak at my color
Already leaking from my face.
It may be that they maybe wait.
Something. I turn up to yearn her coming colour,
Sumptuously flushing her chest and her cheek.
I can very hardly wait.
She’ll start to try to speak…
And I’ll find and see
All in all, the riches mined & left shining
Are just filthy lucre
March 20, 2014
Besides all this topsoil outside
I’ll look at the usual illusionary.
Overhead, I overheard (to choose)
The visionary over the confusionary.
OK If it’s on..I can play &
Make a big deal over small talk.
I’m confused enough to know (for sure)
I’m observant of even lousy POVs
While I wait.
March 3, 2014
“THERE ARE SUCH A LOT OF THINGS THAT HAVE NO PLACE IN SUMMER AND AUTUMN AND SPRING. EVERYTHING THAT’S A LITTLE SHY AND A LITTLE RUM. SOME KINDS OF NIGHT ANIMALS AND PEOPLE THAT DON’T FIT IN WITH OTHERS AND THAT NOBODY REALLY BELIEVES IN. THEY KEEP OUT OF THE WAY ALL THE YEAR. AND THEN WHEN EVERYTHING’S QUIET AND WHITE AND THE NIGHTS ARE LONG AND MOST PEOPLE ARE ASLEEP
— THEN THEY APPEAR.”
– TOVE JANSSON, MOOMINLAND MIDWINTER
the night fills book shelves
and ghosts ancient that go silent
after you dare to glare it down.
the night fills full boxes
all honest, bold-faced hazy facades
and full frontal epiphanies