There is a bed
that is far away
& I will sleep in it again
— Lewis Warsh, “The Paris Review” No. 52, Summer 1971
Let’s take a stroll..
Most of the things seem so dull (just like this one) comparing to the things we know we could/would’ve said..
My mind.. aching.. badly
Happy Opium Suppression Movement Day!
Decisions.. in ‘HISTORY’
Do you still buy little bits of stuff for me, at least virtually..?