Talent Imitates, Genius Steals.

So I Find Words I Never Thought To Speak In Streets I Never Thought I Should Revisit When I Left My Body On A Distant Shore.

Each Venture Is A New Beginning, A Raid On The Inarticulate With Shabby Equipment Always Deteriorating In The General Mess Of Imprecision Of Feeling.

Sand. Everywhere. In The Bed, In The Shower, All Over The Floor. Grrrrr.

In The Room The Women Come And Go Talking Of Michelangelo.

Weave, Weave The Sunlight In Your Hair-