Locomotion

Chaos is my country, land of disjointed things, A self-portrait with electrical discharge, And the body achieving locomotion again For the man who says: yes, I wrote poetry once, But I couldn’t [...]

Birthday

The clock keeps perfect time. I know the way men go When snow is falling, and it’s late. The snow keeps perfect time, the music waits To trickle from our lives. Each death is slow, And who can [...]