I want to be
phase-locked
like a V
of wild geese—
each one
in perfect sync,
while avoiding the rest
at all costs.
*
Solidity.
Permanence.
(let's face it,
such words
are great comfort,
but those things
just aren't beautiful;
in fact it's
quite the opposite.)
*
On the very long trip
from speech
to silence,
I often want to say
I feel
self-obsessed
one minute,
and completely
abstract the next;
I guess,
at it's best,
the mind is like
a Crayola crayon box:
bigger is always better—
and full of colors
that don't exist
yet.
