All day in the sky again today.
Above Detroit
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Wandering
I ran away, hands stuck in pockets that seemed
All holes; my jacket was a holey ghost as well.
I followed you, Muse! Beneath your spell,
Oh, la, la, what glorious loves I dreamed!
I tore my shirt; I threw away my tie.
Dreamy Hop o’ my Thumb, I made rhymes
As I ran. I slept out most of the time.
The stars above me rustled through the sky.
I heard them on the roadsides where I stopped
Those fine September nights, when the dew dropped
On my face and I licked it to get drunk.
I made up rhymes in dark and scary places,
And like a lyre I plucked the tired laces
Of my worn-out shoes, one foot beneath my heart.
Arthur Rimbaud
Juicer cowboy in my parents’ house
A bear lived here. (near Demmitt, Alberta)
Language is not very good at conveying the deepest sentiments but it is okay at suggesting a faint outline.
Oslo, February
Amsterdam, January
