being is forgetting
poleaxed by a sunset
in an unpaved sky
more cruelty and less;
the rubble of purpose
.
dismal chimes
how to fail without pity
letters are images also;
no prison
for the dome-birds
it’s a wonder anything lives
I could fade here
a little joke; soft fur
creased eye
.
what we have done what we have failed to do
duty to the weather
to betray the weather
.
it’s coming back
it always does
one can live even with the noise of a drill if its purpose is ascertained
the girl with the harp
tea and best wishes
wishing for villains one writes a dull tale
one can be a good nothing
if the walls are strong
in the garden death is still life
.
being is forgetting
medium-sized moods
seagulls against brick
.
from the standpoint of eternity
every ruin contains a fire