I did the proper thing, read poems
While its wings were growing—
Just another shattered cup now
**
When young
Living in cheap apartment
I heard the eyelids next door
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You get used to it
Able bodied people
Thinking you’re a creep
**
I had a dream
About Jack Kerouac
Somewhere somewhere
**
Back then, 1959, he couldn’t distinguish between dreams and daylight.
Even in sleep there were shadows or the footprints of shadows,
Twin brother in heaven?
**
The gardener cherishes a black flower–
Sad napkin:
A Lepidopterist’s poem
**
I am in love with blindness,
Do you understand?
Even old horses delight in walking.
