Where did he go?
Time snuggles up to the oblivious
Sticking ticking seconds in our craw
Book and cigar
Not what you’d call ambition
I’d like to be old and whittled smooth,
gentleness itself
Women and car
My heart will be
A bell of the Holy Ghost!
Summer
Me and you or maybe just you
You make me, move me,
dwell in me, and beckon.
What without you
do I do at all?
Memory
