We can’t be sure, but it seems that things around the world are getting weird. Have you felt it?
A mistake of familiarity: / concrete for miles, yet / to leave it or part it / I tried to make like the cobblestones
The shoes stood out: / one burned black sneaker, / one soiled white slipper / with faux jewelry, / one girl’s toeless sandal / and a woman’s pump.
A leather-bound volume on the old wooden desk in the farthest part of the villa interior offers pen drawings of dogs, Bacchus, and ghosts flanking a Chiocciola Contrada flag atop the tower.
It’s about art in the 21st, 22nd . . . whatever the hell century we’re in. / It’s whatshisname yelling Howl Howl . . . Ginsberg.
It often happens that / The value of a complex whole / Cannot be measured
Farming implies early rising: / it is and it isn’t. / (in spring, in summer, or in winter.)
2,080 hours / in a year
I don’t want to / be a success; It’s hard to / remember breakfast.
All the sheep run and dress themselves / like a left-over member of the circus, / like a toy monkey-on-a-stick.