Poetry

Or we have known you by the name of Ezra,
Son of Homer and an heir to Thoth, of
Whom it’s said the world was sprung forth from
Through sound

Apparently there are mornings like
this sliding
sliding a rose
a rose disappearing
into a rose, another […]

Today I picked a flower: another one.
A party will be held to mark the date,
Which I, as before, will attend. As before,
So again: it is bound to lead nowhere. […]