Thursday, April 21, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
....and its Spring when the world is mud luscious.
Oh e.e. cummings I love you.
And if you are the sort of genius who remembers this whole poem then to you I will say,
not all lame, queer goat-footed balloon men are ill- intentioned.
by the way, How has Spring found you? or has it found you yet?