Oct 5

note to self

please never forget
my dear sweet pea,
there’s nothing so trife
for to make light life——

that even lowly spoon
who scoops moo’s milk
can hum on drums
and plum one’s glums,

if you hop on a train
then you’ll have to remain——

and to wake is to sea
between dreams, sweet pea.

and to wake is to dream
between seas, sweet be.