Friday, February 27, 2015


I’m free to do what I want.
                           —Tim Dlugos

The silence beckons
(and not in a good way).

Snow on lips obscured
by fire.  A present-day

bohemian is just no good.
The times are doomed.

I am doomed.  Clearly,
I am on the brink of

utter destruction.
Should I milk this

moment for every-
thing I’m worth?

“That’d just be
crazy!” thought

the dairy farmer.