Lilacs And Eucalyptus - A Poem
Climbing into the new
years on the far side of
The numbering millennia
now feels all
tears-verses-orgasms.
Climbing into the new
years on the far side of
The numbering millennia
now feels all
tears-verses-orgasms.
There was no thunder, no glowing doorway, no mysterious wind blowing through the apartment, and no choir of angels politely alerting me that physics had submitted its resignation.
The deck simply felt heavier.