I don't have the patience – I don't play chess well.
I miss the consumer goods of writing.
I watch TV for a while, then I crawl away, fucked.
I want absurdities to wash or to ostracise.
I like to make routes and long trips;
To plan accurate plans and safely retreating from them,
To meet is to see the Orb slowly and solemnly –
Along the horizons of stone and cloud solder.
Love mushrooms in a thicket of spruce through to Wade,
Waving from the usual gadflies and mosquitoes,
Shy of public attention, slogans and applause,
I trade my feelings for booze or blood.
Me more with you-and time, and roads,
And paints indescribable geysers and inflorescences:
Unicorns graze in the valley of the Holy springs…
We'll go to them together. Tomorrow at dawn.
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I just them and decided to share them with you.
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