Thursday, April 14, 2011

Echo

My Q waves wonder why they are there, While,
Physiology, respiratory variations or my lardaceous midriff
Do not explain whether the cold water I drank,
Inverted the Ts in the same views
Of my presenile heart, which must now be viewed
Or so they say!!

I feel….

Memories are like holding a fistful of sand, which is to say that the instinct to secure them—to close the hand, to make a possession of wha...