I have in the past diluted my true views because
they are my feeling and thoughts—
years that’s all it was—

spike face crow
come out of no
and right hand
sky go down

Hello.
Solicitations and grief
from the pharaohs who stole our horses.

Everyone likes poems about FRANZ KAFKA! He steps in and imparts just the right lightness and weight. In this way KAFKA is like dressing for weather with no temperature.

They were boiling pans of gunge to eventually make soap, and supposedly there were “towering shard-rucks of spoiled pots,”
in the early Wedgewood manufactories. Keir the Scotsman was responsible for a lot of this:
he isolated slowly cooled glass crystals