Busy week. Singular events. Chafed pride. Outsourced ego.
I’ve got plans. High-flying plans. Visions for the future, remnants of the past.
Black smoke, billow up Roof aflame, scorched and black
Hold on. Hold up. Think it over. Talk about it. Wait awhile.
What better form of flattery than imitating you?
It’s mine. I will own it. I will never let it go.
O great Love! This world is deep And how much deeper is my love!
Hey, so guess what!
Tell me something else. Something you’d prefer. I’ll tell you what I think. Words have never hurt.
‘Long the lines of what is absurd Lies the limelight of each twisted word And to every damnation, a poet rescinds What he hoped he’d, persistent, allured.
