Cursing my velcro mind, Its velvet and its hookThat snaffles things best left…
If I only knewenlightenmentcould pinballin and out ofsilences, well thenwhat?Then the sweaton…
At once you tell yourselfhow the lies are going to go& all that will followwill go — You will…
Outside the world gets readyfor bed/ breathing down the necksof all the midnight wanderers…
My head is so full some daysthat I like to lay my thoughts outI pull each one from…
He was reading what he had to sayhad to put beside the wordslike a running commentary /like shiftingmeaning…