Hobbledehoi
it helps me teach anything
when I stumble on a line of ink
my thumb intruding in the charcoal
the sadness our lady of the screwed
intention how
does the butterfly get the wing
to glow why the sun-strike glares
until small flies buzz like the bubbles
in a soda pop right inside my eye
the inkling blackness
sucking in three D
someone won’t you tell me
It is glory, I think, and it must be accepted.
ReplyDeleteThat is the answer, I think you are right. It seems so improbable that anything is possible.
Deleteyet we're
ReplyDeletehere because we're here because we're here & etc