Everyone is a poet, or so the philosopher said. The world teems with poetry in much the sense the universe teems with life. A poet or two is squirrelled away in every major office....
I borrow De Quincey's Confessions of an Opium Eater, the aforementioned an account of that singular Oriental vice, whereupon misplacing the volume in transit from the checkpoint, I attempt...
Shopping in their heads - a man a pair of shoes right colour (tan, off-white) shape - only good physiques need apply, degree, tall; self-confidence a "must".
1 The moon hummed like a refrigerator, light thru shadows - the solitude of dusk closing in; black scars visible across the moon's face shaped like mountainous hands, all...
You could have driven a pick-up truck thru spokes of that moon, so big and radiant this upended water chestnut - ground mist weeping in the shadows flutter of an old woman's shawl,...
I saw Bear shopping with Santa Claus at the North of 7 Plaza only he wasn't wearing a bib - only a cotton-wool imitation synthetic polystyrene white fluffy instead.