(no subject)
last night i had a dream in which danny cohen played guitar and sang to me in my dim bedroom. the only lyric i remember was, "we're tracing our bones in the depth of the holocaust."
The following is a sample of my incompetence. And by that I mean the sort of worthlessness I've been writing lately:
Brick buildings built to dead philanthropists.
Recall the scrape of chalk, the quiet clock.
I met Achilles in a paperback.
Said, "Yesterday's a worthless word for all."
With stylus angled at the wax,
an unknown poet hesitates.
I doze upon the lawns of Longfellow.
No chirping birds quite yet; it's 4 AM.
Now silent leaves drift to the forest floor;
The earth receives them with indifference.
The following is a sample of my incompetence. And by that I mean the sort of worthlessness I've been writing lately:
Brick buildings built to dead philanthropists.
Recall the scrape of chalk, the quiet clock.
I met Achilles in a paperback.
Said, "Yesterday's a worthless word for all."
With stylus angled at the wax,
an unknown poet hesitates.
I doze upon the lawns of Longfellow.
No chirping birds quite yet; it's 4 AM.
Now silent leaves drift to the forest floor;
The earth receives them with indifference.