last time we tried to change the world too fast to try to change the world too fast we tried to change the world too fast last time we tried to change the world too fast to change the world this time the change we try will last

The walls –– they listen,
I know it must be true.
If not, then what’s the point
Of all this talking that I do?
I’m not going crazy here,
Trust me, I’m alright.
The walls, they hear my stories,
They understand my plight.
They listen, these walls,
When no one is around.
They keep me sane, these walls do,
They keep me safe and sound.
I don’t know what I’d do
If these walls ever would go tumbling,
Then who would ever listen
To my incessant mumbling?
The walls, they keep me company
They never leave me feeling blue,
So long as I have these four walls,
I know I don’t need you.


a.m.

Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and from moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything.

Fresh cherries, just washed— 
beads of ruby strewn across
white bowl's shiny gloss—

dainty stems crisscrossed.