And the stitches on his head told us He suffered sitting still

Words were pure forms And were not secure 

We shall see the deer as part of the trunks of the forest.

We shall see its antlers imitating the branches of the trees.

Here is the rock behind which she rose from the unpleasance of sea-foam.

The first day of the new year brings new additions to the public domain.

in a world the orange sun resets

it was all so strange and frightening that I wept for quite some time crying like I’d never cried before

it’s about time the stars & stripes & soda water start making love

I live every once in a while, mostly I hope that that trolley passes, that May turns into July

it’s impossible for me even to guess
since as they say
he really has no country of his own.