Sonnet Non Sens [090929.6]
In thought: My sometimes best the Reason gets of me. And mind my Bergson fragmentary haunts with moons that fingers more like pointing look, the signposts road upon along. To boot: proposing truth that will is life change if so swift perpetual, does but his with— and Reason every sounds with single stilts, but see! Intuit really […]
Saturday Morning
A cloud hung itself over us and it cried, cried like a cat in heat and the leaves trembled—someone rubbed his eyes and mumbled statements of total frustration: “Fucking cats screaming like banshees making babies outside my window; fuck those cats man. Go fuck somewhere else.” My sore throat came back and my head throbbed […]



