Wednesday, June 7, 2017


Deck the halls with Tutankhamen and
rinse the walls with ivy. That's the way
I want it said, and so it can be. I have
that kind of heft : the source of words
and the flower of empires.
It serves my fellows well to be in love 
with me : all the lines of a pantry and
a press. Wherever I go is where I go
best. ('Once, just once, I put a blue
vase down to paint the light resultant.
It tipped over, spilling blue water over
everything; so I painted that instead.')...

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