A flare up

The distance of a warm-windowed rattler
renders the hapstance of my other
here's as bright bulbs, a swingdark
illumiate on an otherwise stream of
scenes, made pop-up things, given
resonant tones when pulled from history
in a slide by

near the hypogeum at Villa Sagrata

I’d run again but it’s all about
This being the only poem
I can read to you so to
understand the Umbrian context;
a truffle-song under the great spit
each castle soaring to the wood beamed sky.
Some will say, in the years to come, a halo
or force stood around him. There is no such thing.
Remember that she's a you
feeling, a Decemebrist amongst your scattered
harken script, a beat - immense dull deep -
of the new new

something overheard

I really want my...

But I was talking to her on the phone afterwards and the thing is...

Some little, lost part of me thinks maybe we'll get a bit drunk and go back to mine and

As soon as I said it, it was just....

well, it can't go on like that and

seeing him is torture.

Best friend back all that

So I'm trying really hard not to...

make love and I'll get to wake up with her again, once...

I still love her.

history

to be whole and delineated and complete.

* surprisingly...

Failure is a function of risk...

~ Ben Affleck*

Շնորհավոր անկախության օրը Հայաստան!

Shnorhavor ankakhut’yan ory Hayastan!