Showing posts with label Saturday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Saturday. Show all posts

Saturday, April 12, 2025

a note for a Saturday in spring

His ears filled with teeth that told him what to do.
 
The boss to beat to go to the next level. Beat him a little dead to get there. His body comprised God numbers. God-like he was not.
 
Do not talk to friends, do not join dying conversations. This works. Drugged, pharmacy never cared, left to live a life seeing the air move. Security failed if you are alive and for employment with nowhere else to go. 

Sunday, April 20, 2014

About life down this hill



























Life in itself
Is nothing,
An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
April
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.



From "Spring," by Edna St. Vincent Millay


Sunday, September 18, 2011