stolen from facebook

Thanks to Tripp, Clifton, et al...

     Plato claims in his Seventh Letter that he has not and will not write anything concerning that about which he is most serious.  That's likely the key to all his works.

nothing to see here...move along...

     You know, the logic of hell really is impeccable.

well i've done it now...

     So, if you've got one of them Kindles, or care to get a Kindle App, you can now purchase my collection of poems entitled Songbook for the Mean Time.  Do tell all your friends.
     Really, I mean it, tell them...all of them.  It's okay, I'll wait...
     Peace out.

     Right now the sun is out, there's a warm breeze through the window of my study, and there is only distant thunder...

a poser...

     So, I look around and wonder, where's the revolution?

     Then comes the ineffable sadness...

a poem

The Hour

Now there's nothing left

of him love but scattered ash

aloft in a whirlwind - we
in the end raised a glass

and made timorous the night.