There is a geography which holds its hands just so far from the breast and pushes you away, crying so.

After the first glass of vodka you can accept just about anything of life even your own mysteriousness you think it is nice that a box of matches is purple and brown and is called La Petite and comes from Sweden for they are words that you know and that is all you know words not their feelings or what they mean and you write because you know them not because you understand them because you don't you are stupid and lazy and will never be great but you do what you know because what else is there?

I can't even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know there's a subway handy, or a record store or some other sign that people do not totally regret life. It's more important to confirm the least sincere. The clouds get enough attention as it is.

I wonder if the course of narcissism through the ages would have been any different had Narcissus first peered into a cesspool. He probably did.

life perpetuated in parti-colored loves and beautiful lies all in different languages.

And always embrace things, people earth sky stars, as I do, freely and with the appropriate sense of space.

And don't worry about your lineage poetic or natural.