I ku.

truth. lie. rest. sleep. dream.

a journey i'll never remember. always the destination.

Jean Cocteau says to me we must believe in luck. For how else can we
explain the success of those we don't like?

acorns ascend, oafs
hallucinate aloofly
snickering leech howls

"Common sense," Einstein reminds me, " is the collection of prejudices
acquired by age eighteen."

pigmies pose slyly
lemonpeels reanimate
roaring, wakening

A stranger on the bus coughs to me an old Indian proverb. "When you
were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life so that
when you die, the world cries and you rejoice."

acorns reappear
shy face reflects, lover spins
slithering, coolly

Jean Coceteau is my shy-faced lover. "We must believe in luck. For how
else can we explain the success of those we don't like?"

resurrections roll
roll, dumbfounded
barracudas plop

And in a white hat, screwdriver in hand, fixing a time machine, Joseph
Conrad scratches into it - "Every age is fed on illusions, lest men
should renounce life early and the human race come to an end. "

sad fading maidens
blowing empty hog boils, bird
slithering, fiercely

Dostoyevsky. He has no truble with what I dream. "Everything is
permitted. "

snidely, dolphin smears
feebly, feebly, slick
nymph yearning prey smiles

Django Reinhardt has nothing to say to me, but he plays guitar
wonderfully.

awkward jangly palms
supplicate brokenly, knives
blare, bees excrete, orange

W.C Fields knows I am about to wake. "Start every day off with a smile
and get it over with," he says while waltzing with my mother, an alarm
clock.

searching agony
scowls, duck soaring, fiercely, bold
squirrels pulsating

wake. live. laugh. lie.