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You look so seriouswhen I am not.Why do I jokewhile you do not?Do we dislikeeach other?If so, why do we share a tableand are able to sit,have done for..
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That wind so wild can cause those wooden limbs
to shake from side to side as though to slap a face.
It is worth watching through your window
feelin..
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Sonnet
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My eyes seem to be yours.Whom do I see?Old. Stooped.Is this a looking-glass?Or am I in a dream,where I believethat I am Iand you are you?Then who are ..
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Do I wish you dead,rather than merely dying?You see, if you were gonenow, oh now,not remaining then,not here at a future time,with lasting misery,it w..
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Can I say this is a Friesian,that one a Hereford?I lived so long in a townand can say I have forgottenmy recollection as I wander in streetsamong cars..
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Elastic bandsbound as a ballholding fluffand other stuff -oh, what a ball-like beast to bounce about.It holds:magic,religion,sorceryand even thoughts ..
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This injured head appears to pose
some simple questions.
Is this head what gave rise
to the fall to the floor?
Did the fall give rise
to the pill..
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An arrow
nocked by a god
and loosed
beam-straight . . .
Tick.
Tock.
The old clock
would cut it into
fifths,
fourths,
halves,
whole second..
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This tiny town in early morninggives me gaps in the soundof the light taps of my footstep,pauses that are richsilences.Then I stand still -stand still..
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