the trick
is to let
your handwriting
grow
so small
that it is
mistaken
for the internal
monologues
of ants
-from Talking Too Fast
the trick
is to let
your handwriting
grow
so small
that it is
mistaken
for the internal
monologues
of ants
-from Talking Too Fast
and again nothing to say says the head and the fingers forget that and run out on their own what good has this head done lately anyway and blossoms hang on the trees so briefly as birds sing courtship songs skyward in the weakening dark make ready this short but wide song for an empty page hungering for music
-from Talking Too Fast.
If anyone’s interested in some fresh new poetry, may I suggest my new book, Talking Too Fast?
A guaranteed cure for the summer blues! Or wait, is it a guaranteed cause… I can’t remember.