Recently as I was filing my chaotic pile of notes that clog my writing desk I came across three napkins with sporadic red sharpie on it. I remembered that last summer I was at a huge party to see a friend’s band. In a fit of something I have yet been able to describe withContinue reading “Three Napkins I Scribbled My Soul On”
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Never to Have Been Lost but Finally Found.
Never to have been lost, but finally found, what a beautiful cerebral charge! I smile, ear to ear as I read back on my own despair. My own weakness is my comedy And such a good one to! Too muchContinue reading “Never to Have Been Lost but Finally Found.”
What Idea is Love?
By the night that does pass again, go again, And forward. Do look at this, Do look at and look again, Bust and portrait and so and so with some compliment to the unworthy. Some mile high mark of undeserved and of the thing named ego. This ode and ballad, This tangent of the stageContinue reading “What Idea is Love?”