Her Smile, I'm Sure, Burnt Rome To

No Gunfire, Famine, Or Flies. Just Lots Of Toothpaste, Gardening And People Stuff.

I Took My Morning Walk, I Took My Evening Walk, I Ate Something, I Thought About Something, I Wrote, I Napped And Dreamt Something Too, And With All That Something, I Still Have Nothing Because So Much Of Sum’thing Has Always Been And Always Will Be You.

So Often I Wonder Whether It Is My Right To Capitalize, As I Feel, So Often, On The Grief Of Others. But Then I Justify, In My Own Particular Thoughts, By Feeling That I Can Contribute A Little To The Understanding Of What Others Are Going Through; Then There Is Reason For Doing It.

I'm All Soils West When The Earth Lets Go. I'm A Thousand Julys.

I Want Something Else. I'm Not Even Sure What To Call It Anymore Except I Know It Feels Roomy And It's Drenched In Sunlight And It's Weightless And I Know It's Not Cheap. Probably Not Even Real