The Love and Care of the Animal Kingdom
I wish I were Henry’s Shakespeare or Miss Lancaster’sGreen. I no longer wish to be the art but oh to be the artistmy soul thirsts like the…
A poem
The worldspinsround and round,until one dayit stopsand comesunwound.
Dreamt past our forgone conclusions,
Motion sickness in a love potion,
Followed you into the ride that I swore on my lifeless lives, but
You brought me into your world of unlimited time, and so tonight
Am I just a worker ant,
Fun in the sun