Yes these are mine

I carry them from shower to dreams

and sniff them in dark dawns

In the half-sun of long days
let us draw our tired bones together

let us forget the unfaithful ones

A man was able to get hold of all the laughter in the world, and he packed it tightly and locked it up in his house, and hid the key.

When they were big, they knew they must leave the barnyard
and make their way in the world:
the first little pig took her toothbrush and her mother's

Coffee wakes you from that sleep-bruised face,
fraggles your nerves
till they push you out into the day, into the twitch.

At this moment I am wearing what you bought me:
bikini underpants with that striped beast
sewn onto the front, whereof the quilted silk

Far out! You are really not a bad poet!

sadness passes
and madness passes

Oh! plant that needs water, I bring it to you.

So tired. Go Away Go Inside Forget time.