(I'm only bleeding)
Dylan
Through the rabbit-hole
I wake this morning
the bed expanded
dreaming of
having written
or having just
read a poem about
love on Mt Palomar
a place I've never been
where I saw ancient trees
unsure of what was love
what if it's secondary
the famed telescope
watching it all
a number of people
the trouble with humans
the trouble with humans
ignorant apes
ReplyDeleteas Beckett said
ReplyDeletewhat oft is thought
the challenge
to stop feeling it