first off,
leave nothing
to chance
and listen:
no baubles, please—
whatever we hold
dear must be surely
precious to the ear,
and to that eyeless,
munching under-
study of a worm, under-
taking everything, all in
good stride.
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
first off,
leave nothing
to chance
and listen:
no baubles, please—
whatever we hold
dear must be surely
precious to the ear,
and to that eyeless,
munching under-
study of a worm, under-
taking everything, all in
good stride.
Do not try
To understand me—
Just love me
As I am,
And let us be two
Dissimilar voices entwined
In perfect knavish harmony!