stra

stranger days of absent


haunting me as I walk
I walk to that rhythm

the beauty of women

the beauty never ending, and their intensity


the ball bearings of the beat



Someone I know has died
24 years of age
her name was April
What a lovely name
for April is ...



and people __ how boring __ speak about literature -- as some kind of institution. it is not.

an institution.
(an instuition is what it it is)

it's an attitude and a way .

what do those who do not make poetry and art know of it?

the other day in the long walk in the city I wondered what the higher power

was up to _ with me and my life.

Am I dying, and am I dying with out ?

a body, one speaks of a body.
but it's nothing but a blanket.




we cherish
cerise