richard and men

[biandu]

i think of richard
and how often he seeps
into my thoughts
how much of his view
has slanted me
from honey castles
planks that creak
% that made sense
long haired mustached
men
women named margaret
and dying dirty clothes
fathersomewhereoutthere
one line is good if it
says what you want it to say

and a million words scrambled
in cerulean clouds buttered
in tiger carcass can be

and i think on him