Thursday, May 26, 2005

"'somewhere it is Spring and sometimes
people are in real: imagine
somewhere real flowers, but
I can't imagine real flowers for if I

could,they would somehow
not Be real'
(so he smiles
smiling)

'& everything is easier
than I had guessed everything would
be; even remembering the way who
looked at whom first, anyhow dancing'"


p.s. this poem=yes. [except for maybe not everything
is easier than i thought?]
discouraged, but inspired. everyother minute.
and curious. ever so curious.
apparently i live in a pipe dream.
scotch tape cant fix everything.
and i smell like lemons today.

Posted 5/26/2005 9:09 AM