Facebook tells me she’s leaving Lisbon.
Like you the heat comes on hissing.
Things in the back yard
are getting ruined.
Let them be.
Lose track of the things
in the yard.
If you’re one of those people
who carries the weight of the world on her shoulders,
it’s kind of incurable,
except in the presence, maybe,
of the right cat.
I don’t know.
What’s the way to discover the soul,
a hide for the men to tan,
except sitting back
and letting the world vote on it.
“I’ve been reading the Confessions of St. Augustine,”
Man who is only a small portion
of what you have created.
was how I started conversation
at the mixer for creative advertising professionals.
For thine is the power and the power
Forever and ever,