Childhood
We are the children of memory, which seems so unreal now, when childhood a distant dream. It’s hard to imagine you once were young, it’s...
Good Poets
The poet is a procrastinator. He goes out of his way to find other things to put his mind to. The poet knows everything else he does...
Pontificatorily (stage 1)
"Pontificatorily (stage 1)" how do you say to say? how doesn’t one forget to rhyme? i’m not wearing any clothes today, am i? it wouldn’t...
dandelion parapet
“dandelion parapet” whimsical shoes remorseful they don’t walk more a cup worth of soup making love on a cool spring morning to a tin can...
1/8-9/12
how colorless it seems to be forgotten whereas milk laments all rational in daydream breakfast cereal profanity becomes mundane singers...
december (thought 21)
i dream once more of pasts gone by through life to limb of futures to come the soft wind and a clearer mind make one last complete...