Sunlight dances in waves,
Like a cat’s tail,
On the arm of our sofa.
Like a cat’s tail,
On the arm of our sofa.
Posts published in October 2010
Ey, like a disco ball I got t(a) keep spinning
To keep my image fresh; oldest trick
Not written: Change to maintain relevance
To keep my image fresh; oldest trick
Not written: Change to maintain relevance
Vegas is a perfectly imagined sign with one bulb not lighting.
To start a sentence about one’s own life means you’re, at least, living.
I stand,
Sit,
Am laying/
Hovering here in a landscape devoid of all
I know may exist;
Tall, wide, narrow, deep–
I do not know these, nor
More than myself,
If even who I am.