Sunday, October 21, 2007

who knows if the moon's

words have become scarce in the wake of indolence. allow me to borrow, then, those of ee cummings in the hopes that tomorrow the world will once again give me a reason to write. enjoy.

who knows if the moon's

who knows if the moon's
a balloon, coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should

get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where

Spring)and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves


_Soulless_ said...

That man can easily make me swoon. Any time. Tagos-kaluluwa.

odessa said...

Oh, this is so beautiful. Thanks for sharing.

Btw, I found your site via _soulless_. Will come and visit again for sure.