Dismay is waiting behind the door,where across the floor, footprints like hieroglyphschronicle the history of past defeats.Dead clothes, the skin of our former selves,still tumble from broken cases, cratessplit their sides with the books, a three-legged chair,bewildered, leans in the corner where a viper’s nestof jerseys entwines a broken lamp –all the high spume and […]
Gave yet another lecture. God, I’m boring.
/ Said all the same old things I’ve said before
/ With touches of ‘however-ing’ and ‘therefore-ing’.