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26.11.20

Quote: John Heywood On Happy Endings (And Today is Thanksgiving in the United States of America!)

 "All is well that ends well"

— John Heywood, 1497-1580




30.7.07

Poem: "Sitting with Marian"



Between: a world, a planet, a zone. Space.

I utter. My mechanical parts interrelate, talk


despite my feeble trippings as my words fill then empty.

Logos ensconced by my feeble trippings, my lack of grammar 



the television, splintered, only silence, a silencing of vacuous

plenty. In the space, in the planet, a vestibule to solemnize words.


I am stuck in an oeuvre of oils. Meaning hisses, whispers

out of my dying bones. Tears, discovery of despondency, to see


intent in your blinking windows, compassion. A receptivity,

found only in children, in JackÕs lithe idiosyncrasy,


do I see in your stale exterior, your crisp(y) skin,

burned from within. My paranoid hands, your exhausted dry


red peppers, your tired raw shrimp lips, burdensome attire,

giant leaden feet, heavy, overbearing space.