Thursday, September 18, 2003


Whence comes the lies?
Memory gets fuddled; incisive
Deleting goes far...
Recoverable to a point; trenchant
Deleted and found

Sunday, September 07, 2003

Whistle while you .... WORK

Witt and wiles
Wrestle spitefully
Wiggling away to the
Cape of restitution

La de da.

Sunday envelopes the numbness.
The distance holds a journey?
The present is "not found".
Find the ordinary to create a path.
Mundane organization is the ultimate mantra.
Do and keep doing or die.