A Blessing

Oh you know where I fled then

You can count your griefs

there are not enough IKEA children's lamps
in the world to rectify this, Hombre

Form is the likeness of something
which is like something

Deer stand in the blizzard
probably thinking this too

It would be just like Charles Peirce

A children's book is always filled with strangers
and a Royal Bedchamber

Sometimes the moon forms bits of beast
or the Would-Be Intended, world of monk's-dark

She's ancient, broken and collects broken nativity sets

I found his suit long after he was dead
and there were still drugs in the pockets.

It was like John Keats come alive

There was a complete summer and its manners
which rose up before me then

Velvet pockets. Imagine

I could make a wonderful rabbit out of you!

what's left of you in this closet