Transferable Skills (a poem for an internet "crush")
This gift is not made with the best
of all intentions.
I am not a good-natured
physician.
Unwilling to endure another "Hug," a
word of encouragement, the kind baritone
presented in cut-off jeans
The slow light I hear when
I read your dreams
I drunkenly message you that I must
wrest my heart from its chest and beg you
to let me send it
Wrapped in brown paper.
This work i...
Saturday 18th September 2021 8:09 pm
This Moment is Already as Lost as the Past
The past, you tell me, must be viewed with suspision.
How can I show you all mathematics is addition?
Take for instance the Buddha:
He sat beneath the lotus tree for 40 days, sustained only by its dew.
Do you see that you should be still? That the drink of life should be taken slowly?
Meanwhile, elsewhere, Jesus said
"I thirst."
But back to the Buddha:
He sat.
He neve...
Saturday 18th September 2021 7:27 pm
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