I wrote
Your name,
By the beach
Of a land so plain,
And it still remains.

Why ask for an opinion when you know you're not going to go by it?

When names
And faces
Become
Familiar
As strangers.

A penrose wish:
Movies I love never end
And some of my dreams are easy to realize.

Sometimes I don't know what else to say but that I miss you and I miss us.
- a someone

Some Feynman for the soul.

It’s in my head.
In my arteries and veins.

I don't know if travelling through strange lands will bail me out but I'm going to try, nevertheless.

To forge my mental tenacity if nothing else.

For the days seem long
when the Moon goes missing.

-
Pet Peeve
I hate smiling for more than a few minutes im any given situation. No, not because I like morbid or some such. But because my jaws ache bad after a point. Oh boy!

This time,
the breath,
another bed
of lies
in my head.

-
Memory of
Whiskey on the table:
Yellow.

-
Sabbath tomorrow:
and many moons ago
a thought was sown
on which I run
the rest of my life.

You mean
To me
What the moon
Is
to me.