mmmmmmm you know when you sigh and it's like ten little sighs in one, split second gaps between each little noise and all going down in pitch
i wish i liked whisky because this would be a night for whisky in a crystal tumbler and i'd sit in a big armchair and tell my wife that this situation is "just impossible"
i am only in 10% of the bed and it feels like a desert, i want it to be full of people, breaking with people all saying things like "shhhhh sh-sh-sh" like mothers do
i feel like a needle in a haystack
who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should
get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds:
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where
in love and flowers pick themselves