Job
I find my mind `round olive trees–
around rain and women who read stories,
writing and rewriting.
The thing to note here: I am the ruler of my eyes.
The one thing that I can’t comment on:
Nobody can tell you.
The style of antlers, street sweepers… quite different:
New York City genetics
round and around
and round
and cold.
Do you feel better?
Painful reality is the… standing right here…
like a one morning show in front
of the janitors of the silent auction of
of the universe.