but impressionistic, for sure. I think of ingredients
before the meal is created. The alphabet before a poem
created, before the poem spoken. Of course, this is
a Mother-in-Law plant which I have always called by
its popular name -- snake. Anyone remember poetry
at Forked Tongue?
too too edges
ReplyDeletecracking one's astral code
ReplyDeleteToo hopped up to show up
ReplyDeleteI cancel all plans and nap with the cats
restless creatures
awake at night
desires in the background
no alarm can kill