gaining grips on lost guesses, for guesses are the best we can say our mays have ever pluralized, in reality as we say amen ignoring ams or weres being obediant to some simple law in a mind atuned to
things made of stuff for which we have no name maybees are maybe or may be, mere guesses, or worse, they may be lies, hidden under robes and hats worn once only by the wise
A cool humid morning, in a valley whose floor is higher than the Empire State Building, , by half a mile. I am a very rich man. I have coffee, sticky sativa and abeautiful woman who has leved me and loved me and loved me this long. 2 poems, this one secret.