“ The poem is sad because it wants to be yours, and cannot be. ”
I'm heading for a clean-named placelike Wisconsin, and mad as a jack-o'-lantern, will get therewithout help and nosy proclivities.
~ John Ashbery
A little bunny or some kind of ferret was probablythere too, and bore witness as only rodents can.
Its a bit mad. Too bad, I mean, that getting to know each just for a fleeting second Must be replaced by unperfect knowledge of the featureless wholeLike some pocket history of the world, so generalAs to constitute a sob or wail
Things can harden meaningfully in the moment of indecision
