Goodbye and now for you
your own drunkenness and
all-night carousel, your
fish Paris and Rome and Memphis.
Go whirl around in the river, outlines of
Indian paintbrush wavering over you in the darkness,
and the lights of the city, far off,
promising you everything,
like a pirate’s flying saucer
Las Vegas Dace
Somebody shot this swan in flight. From water-hole to water-hole; He staggered on towards the night. But could not reach his goal.
“A bird sitting on a tree is never afraid of the branch breaking, because her trust is not on the branch but on it’s own wings. Always believe in yourself”
“What soap is to the body, laughter is to the soul.”