A list of some observation
In a corner, it's warm
A glance leaves an imprint on anything it's dwelt on
Water is glass's most public form
In a corner, it's warm
A glance leaves an imprint on anything it's dwelt on
Water is glass's most public form
Twice I awoke this night, and went to the window
The streetlamps were a fragment of a sentence spoken in sleep, leading to nothing, like omission points, affording me no comfort and no cheer
I dreamt of you, with child, and now, having l...
The streetlamps were a fragment of a sentence spoken in sleep, leading to nothing, like omission points, affording me no comfort and no cheer
I dreamt of you, with child, and now, having l...
About a year has passed
I've returned to the place of the battle,to its birds that have learned their unfolding of wings from a subtlelift of a surprised eyebrow, or perhaps from a razor blade- wings, now the shade of early twilight, now of s...
I've returned to the place of the battle,to its birds that have learned their unfolding of wings from a subtlelift of a surprised eyebrow, or perhaps from a razor blade- wings, now the shade of early twilight, now of s...
A hotel in whose ledgers departures are more prominent than arrivals
With wet Koh-i-noors the October rainstrokes what's left of the naked brain
In this country laid flat for the sake of rivers,beer smells of Germany and the seaguls arei...
With wet Koh-i-noors the October rainstrokes what's left of the naked brain
In this country laid flat for the sake of rivers,beer smells of Germany and the seaguls arei...
You know,
I try, when darkness falls,to estimate to some degree —by marking off the grief in miles —the distance now from you to me
And all the figures change to words:confusion, which begins at A,and hope, which starts at B, move toward...
I try, when darkness falls,to estimate to some degree —by marking off the grief in miles —the distance now from you to me
And all the figures change to words:confusion, which begins at A,and hope, which starts at B, move toward...
M
B
I threw my arms about those shoulders, glancing at what emerged behind that back, and saw a chair pushed slightly forward, merging now with the lighted wall
The lamp glared too bright to show the shabby furniture to some advanta...
B
I threw my arms about those shoulders, glancing at what emerged behind that back, and saw a chair pushed slightly forward, merging now with the lighted wall
The lamp glared too bright to show the shabby furniture to some advanta...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up,it's more like high time for the lad's last nap
And the scarf-waving lass who wished him the bestdrives a steamroller across his chest
And the words won't rise either like that rodor like log...
And the scarf-waving lass who wished him the bestdrives a steamroller across his chest
And the words won't rise either like that rodor like log...
