Friday, January 9, 2015

Wouldn't it be nice if your teeth were beautiful

I'm interested in surprise

I'm interested in hope

The angel is not born and does not die

I cannot run away from memory

I refuse to be blinded by any   ideology at all

I'm learning to play  the harp  and the excommunicated terrors

I must plow the land

Acrid is a sacred word

Bitterness becomes compassion    an intimate  command —

Dope and Glory