And what is this glue,
and do we want more
if it gives as it does?
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Time snuggles up to the oblivious
Sticking ticking seconds in our craw
Not what you’d call ambition
I’d like to be old and whittled smooth,
gentleness itself
My heart will be
A bell of the Holy Ghost!
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?
How we get to this particular place
Dead letters, those gods,
rise to climb the sky of the mind.
They screw on stars to make words
and leave us to raise their babies.
Love
Love
is an
exercise in failure
through which
glory shines
To you who’ve long since stopped wondering
I never got anywhere because I
never drove it home. I just stuck a
forlorn thumb in the wind.
What I meant to say
What I meant to say was
that sometimes, under certain
circumstances, you remind me of a
steamroller flattening the world,
but then of course the friendly kind,
the kind anyone would want
to get to know!
Sumptuous
Wondering why
wet sand sticks
but wet rocks don’t, I
thought I’d ply my
scientist father-in-law.
He’ll know, I thought.
But then, No,
I thought,
I won’t.
For gain of the knowledge of that
will mean loss of my pleasure in this.
Give me the taffy of sunlit unknowns!
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