poetic fragments 23

Two breads

On the table.

One is round,

The other is cubic.

I’ve just eaten.

They become me.

I’m round and cubic.

The moon

Over the wheat field

Also into me.

I take a walk

By Mare Tranquillitatis,

Being round and cubic.

poetic fragments 22

Going mad

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　For D.H

You’ve vanished in your bed.

Blue and blue

Were your words.

You rejected

Sanity and insanity.

You were suspicious of

Every certain proposition.

So profound

Were your eyes.

So brilliant

Were your jokes.

You never acted.

You're invisible.

You’re me.

poetic fragments 21

Late life

You’re made

Out of memories.

Smiling on the bed,

Crying on the bed,

Getting angry on the bed.

You’re in the country

Without memories.

You’re nowhere.

You grow older

In the land

Without time.

You’re everywhere.

You ’re made

Out of memories.