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You wouldn’t take it lightly, would you – those stories stencilled up there which you’re so eager to read?   There’s more to be discovered than you’ve seen or imagined in the sparkling silver, the brooding black – binding up your dreams in their mercurial reality.   You’d be a fool to bet against them, those shapes that make sense, shift, and then don’t.

a Lü Shi   First full moon in the new year, a night so bright as day light, big like a lantern in a lane, jasmine rice steam rises from cook shops, Wolves howl into the void, nocturnal sounds, not disturbing the sleep of hibernating creatures, moon stands high now on the firmament, I continue my sleep, rest under blanket.

there’s a race, a celebration every time we wake up still breathing   the sun against the wall like a curse on anybody else   but damn, you never looked hotter in those Ray Bans

The past is perfect & We yearn for it, Unreachable in its   Transparent bakery display cases Remote, untouchable,   Until one day   It vanishes   Like a slow Moving cloud   == 1/6/22

Food with roots and leaves Eating plants and trees I see this as life on a plate I see meat as death on a plate

Pretty as a cup in shade Brave as frozen puddles Careless as frayed twine Important as long evenings (Think of those to come) Wise as hollow feathers Fast as bonfires Big as bowls of fruit Loved like lit candles Pure as a friendly stranger Young as someone from behind.

Somewhere a cat Rubs its side against a fence. That's sleep. Cobwebs between doorless jambs Are doors. That's the moon. Dark purple wine Splashes down the sides Of a lead mug. That's the night.

I went to see her daily. She liked vanilla milk shakes. The ebb of her intelligence. I never told my Grandmother I loved her.

Dogs want love But they slobber and drool. Cats are loving But nobody’s fool.

Do animals see beauty in the clouds, Rifts and puffs? Or beauty in the sea? Heaven and eternity in shrouds? Or genius in the instincts of a flea?

American consumers who can afford to shop are more numerous than in other countries and indulge themselves in acquiring goods in enormous quantities preparing for disasters that may or may not come, but no matter what happens they will not do without as long as they can pay.

not the artist but the artist’s lover   the dead man found on the bathroom floor   tell him he’s gonna be famous, but all he does is cry