the time is always now we have come to the threshold we take off our footwear socks and all bare feet we stood we leave behind the door
Come let us mock at the great That had such burdens on the mind And toiled so hard and late To leave some monument behind, Nor thought of the levelling wind.
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
Memories Shooting Stars Our life’s treasure pleasant memor… Snippets shared with friends and f… At lunch time dinner time broad br…
More and more frequently the edges of me dissolve and I become a wish to assimilate the world, in… you, if possible through the skin like a cool plant’s tricks with ox…
Among of green stiff old
It is no night to drown in: A full moon, river lapsing Black beneath bland mirror—sheen, The blue water—mists dropping Scrim after scrim like fishnets
MEDUSA’S CORONA Devouring Crown A royal corona common men in awe Yet a ruby crown disquietingly in… Like the reddish aura necklace of…
Bring me to the blasted oak That I, midnight upon the stroke, (All find safety in the tomb.) May call down curses on his head Because of my dear Jack that’s de…
In the early curtains of the dusk it flew, a slow galloping this way and that way
Don’t call this world adorable, or… It’s frisky, and a theater for mor… The eyelash of lightning is neithe… The struck tree burns like a pilla… But the blue rain sinks, straight…
Trying to understand the words Uttered on all sides by birds, I recognize in what I hear Noises that betoken fear. Thought some of them, I’m certain…
Our shells clacked on the plates. My tongue was a filling estuary, My palate hung with starlight: As I tasted the salty Pleiades Orion dipped his foot into the wat…
On the stiff twig up there Hunches a wet black rook Arranging and rearranging its feat… I do not expect a miracle Or an accident
Some say the world will end in fir… Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if I had to perish twice,
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and pe… and she’ll wash me first spread the soap over my balls
Waters of the primal clouds so pur… like the birth of a symphonic over… a high thought by the God up above up above the flight of a sky-bound… the clashing of the winds so hot a…
Is the soul solid, like iron? Or is it tender and breakable, lik… the wings of a moth in the beak of… Who has it, and who doesn’t? I keep looking around me.
My shadow said to me: what is the matter Isn’t the moon warm enough for you why do you need
Closed like confessionals, they th… Loud noons of cities, giving back None of the glances they absorb. Light glossy grey, arms on a plaqu… They come to rest at any kerb:
Be near me when my light is low, When the blood creeps, and the ner… And tingle; and the heart is sick, And all the wheels of Being slow. Be near me when the sensuous frame
What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. They are to be happy in:
Don’t bother me. I’ve just been born. The butterfly’s loping flight carries it through the country of…
A shadow his father makes with joi… And thumbs and fingers nibbles on… Like a rabbit’s head. He understa… He will understand more when he go… There he draws smoke with chalk th…
a space in time outside the comfort zone the choice is very clear contagion life and death
Side by side, their faces blurred, The earl and countess lie in stone… Their proper habits vaguely shown As jointed armour, stiffened pleat… And that faint hint of the absurd—
My fancies are fireflies, — Specks of living light twinkling in the dark. he voice of wayside pansies, that do not attract the careless g…
On the fine wire of her whine she… Unseen in the ominous bedroom dark… A traitor to her camouflage, she t… A thirsty blue streak distinct as… I was to her a fragrant lake of bl…
waiting for death like a cat that will jump on the bed I am so very sorry for
The red fox crosses the ice intent on none of my business. It’s winter and slim pickings. I stand in the bushy cemetery, pretending to watch birds,