God knows there certainly ought to be a window around here somewhere, for all of us.
  ¶ 9:02 AM 0 comments

  I Am A town with varicose veins made
of brick tree in love with its
tree house gushing river with
so many colored pebbles
person with whom and at whom
you may proceed too often
sleeper who does too often
sleep green light on your stop light
lot of things but ne’er enough  ¶ 3:43 PM 0 comments