Here is a poem of my own to begin. I wrote this one last night in an instant, as it will become clear:. This poem is lovely. Antonia remarked, and I agree, that she writes very sensually somehow.
How beautiful. How good. But how could I fight this bliss of fists? I like this a lot. As a side note, this website is some other random CS dude who hosts through github pages and moonlights some poetry and I am glad for the solidarity, lol. Which reminds me of how much I like the word stolid and all that it implies and associates with. Franz Wright is really very good.
How tender he is with himself here, and I am very entertained by the way he tells the other in himself that he is going to buy it a sandwich. I think I shall try to explore her a bit more. I really should write this more regularly, but, life. Goal is to integrate this into my more daily routine. Life is rich. Life is rich! This sentiment is good. Some parting thoughts. I bought a bar of soap today, supposed to be unscented.
The basic Dove bar. I can only describe it as smelling like a sneeze. What in tarnation. Cumuli boil over and blot the horizon bleary.
It looks to rain tomorrow, the air cracking cool. My favorite hoodie awaits me. Not even you, with your absent arms, can make me feel grown-up and gone-on today. I laughed out loud.
