Wednesday, May 8, 2013

You Know I Can Sleep Anywhere

These parts are no longer important

the secret tiptoes once again

like an intrigued stranger

over the fresh greenery of photographs

never expelling the bright ambient

I never said mother lightly

But the rest of what I have said

has lightly fallen like dander

or blush or the thinking that something will

come out of it

This is also about the couple dinning

alone in a castle which I have said

nothing about.

The music will still be perfectly wonderful

It outlives our letters  simply there against  the thrashes of loneliness  among the check out counters,  wildly spaced  like the words in a...