my abstract heaven
Friday, June 24
angst city
coffee cup empty,
jitters in my fingers.
nothing comes to me.
the pen, drifting, lingers...
Wednesday, June 22
ocean
a dream is a fair-weather friend
on silent drifting waves of the impossible
it crests, as for a moment suspend
something over which to stumble
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