Solitude is shrunken like a white dwarf.
Collapse feels like hanging on.
The Universe
is visible in a set of drawers.
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I like to wait
and I like to eat
as I wait.
I rest, and I wait to eat.
Because waiting
is eating, and you can’t eat
if you don’t wait.
Contact
- C. Kursel
- ckursel@gmail.com
Good Ones
"Having a coke with you" by Frank O'Hara
"Midnight Postscript" by Franz Wright
"Lust" by Harold Pinter
"Przeslanie pana Cogito" by Zbigniew Herbert
Translation: "The Envoy of Mr. Cogito" by Zbigniew Herbert
"Roll The Dice" by Charles Bukowski
"The Intention Of Things" by David Ferry
"Riddle" by Charles Simic
"Midnight Postscript" by Franz Wright
"Lust" by Harold Pinter
"Przeslanie pana Cogito" by Zbigniew Herbert
Translation: "The Envoy of Mr. Cogito" by Zbigniew Herbert
"Roll The Dice" by Charles Bukowski
"The Intention Of Things" by David Ferry
"Riddle" by Charles Simic
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