Visitor to Witley Court
enter at your peril

Forests burn into their clearings. A sense of dread.

We want to see the Statue of Liberty giggling.

It is half life
There is honey in your harmony

I am the one
who skulks in the library

The door. If you pull it it’s heavy; if you
push it it’s hard. 

Bands of distracted emotions snap getting
wider as daytime colors sink and roll on their
sides. 

I needed a long bus ride up-
town like a new hole oh well

I woke up remembered “It is a day”
& went out to make it
                                            be a day

I’ve meant to tell you many things about my life,
& every time the moment has conquered me.