The Blog of Laughter and Forgetting

And as I move forward, the stream of breeze Those who once forgot to whisper and then freeze Once and for all the orange eyes, the Halloween skin A ride on yellow letters, aside this calmly belonging Glances hitherto unspoken for, shadows unseen of passing dove Known apples, known chairs and the unknown garden drown in love A letter from rays dispersed in shivering arms of woods An answer from the smell, the very best I ever could An address of the bell that was not precisely to be meant A fragrance of sound leading to corner the river might have bent.

Walked always through the strings Flow amidst the flow of sparkling rings And when the call arrives to freeze For the briefest moment yet orange breeze Mouths and eyes wide open And the sea floor vividly green Wind, the sail and rags hand in hand Nancy’s pages, the dusk, under foaming sand Following steps and dear alias names Midnight express and the yellowish resemblance Vision of twilight and the starlit curtain Light after light, life after life by the fountain Galloping horses and then this whispering rain.