A! Fredome is a noble thing
/ Fredome mays man to haiff liking.
/ Fredome all solace to man giffis,
/ He levys at es that…
After Thomas Nagel*
/ Circling the heavy church at the end of the street,
/ they see a cliff-stack above a grey Atlantic,
/ an inherited…
The stonemason sade it’s aw in yur heed
/ Yur eyes ur like windeez an yur brain’s gon naywhere
/ Build yurself a palace
Where do I live?
In the space between Monday and Sunday
In the retina of the crow’s eye.
I am a skin of prickles under a blue balloon