“I call people rich who can meet the requirements of their imagination.”
– from portrait of a lady
Tag Archives: poetry
iPhone notes, 11.23.18
On medication
Not married
Not even really
Public yet
Money
Job?
language grows out of a need to differentiate haiku
The bottom line:
Differentiating.
But how do I describe it?
Valentine’s Day
You stay up late
Playing video games
My body tells me lies
I retract vows and
Untie bows
A prolific play write
I am,
After dark.
But what’s this thing,
“intuition”?
My body tell me lies?
You stayed up late
Playing video games.
