I come into the woods
not merely to escape...

They say holding two contradictory thoughts
as your personal belief is the sign of genius...

Nothing like tooling down the road
with a belly of sushi & tempura...

There are infinite
ditties out there...

A sleepless night is interrupted
by the creeping of light...

The moon rises over a garden
filled with squash and pumpkins...

There are shavings and
dust and laughter...

Nothing left to prove,
four years for a legacy...

Was born to be old;
just hope not to go until...

Ghosts of memories
are manifest in the fog...

In the stands you could
just make out her face...

I could be anyone I don't know
parts of me are unknowably strange...