Summer Ambition
I want
to set myself on fire,
immolated aflame,
whipped by frantic winds,
for fire is beautiful,
and so shall I be,
once
Diurnal Deluge
Mad torrent of words
Disjointed, gone astray—I,
Empty and benumbed
Two Bits
Reply
Books, Ball, and the Bean
Anything beyond this moment is either remembrance or conjecture.
