return home


to support


To support

A structure that oscillates for purpose

A companion to levitation

Floats of chunks in the first Ale

Monks of somewhere support that


And disrobing for solitude

Appears to demand a certain

Lack of thought

Of thoughts

But they spill

They spill all over

All over the doorknob handle

Paint the doorknob handle

Ascribe it a sense of foreign ownership


Ampelos didn't know he'd bring me such joy

And that i'd take my time with it

And that i'd glorify its scent

And that in it i'd spelunk for secrets


And the bull didn't know

He was a vehicle for meaning

Sweet, sweet meaning



/poems/