I don't know the pastry chef
I hardly know myself at all
I calmly eat when I'm filmed
I always present my best side
I had a black cat and a library
I had a nervous wife and a life
I am a writer and a luckless fighter
I grew up late using my words
I get up early and self-pollinate
I throw all my bets out wide
I see a sail against a blue sky
I am spinning with the spirits
I want to rearrange myself
I look for any number of signs
draw a veil on that self-pollination dearest.
ReplyDeleteHa. But the terms of the agreement with her: I won't put a veil around anything that I am aware of, that may be fashioned into words.
DeletePhemius:
ReplyDeleteI'm filled with all this godstuff
make all my lays myself
Deletethat guy
he had
his work
cut out
for him
go for a nimbus
ReplyDelete
Deleteright-o
but dark
or luminous