How many year ago
did the carpenters tools
become useless
to understand the world?
Tag Archives: Freeverse
The Bluebird and the Apocalypse
There is an apocalypse in my chest,
and there is a bluebird beating its wings.
O’, Do Not Speak of the Soul
Not in leaflets or amid the marching
of nuclear niore to be found,
I Looked for You
I looked for you
in places we used to go,
I returned, I had seen,
and was conquered.
Borrowing Sugar
I like my coffee sweet,
my tea the same, and neighbors nice,
and so I keep borrowing sugar—
