Noir Monkey
The Stranger
The caged thing,
the body disbelieving
its bulk.
The phantom driver,
the undercover
we check
and swallow.
Scant testimony,
we hang
loose to the bone.
The Firefly
Shark Funeral
Knowledge by Louise Bogan
Knowledge
Now that I know
How passion warms little
Of flesh in the mould,
And treasure is brittle,–
I’ll lie here and learn
How, over their ground
Trees make a long shadow
And a light sound.
Alone as Mannequins
Junk Lives Joy Dies
Mind Finds, Body Follows
Good Morning, Sunshine!
“Like all dreamers, I mistook disenchantment for truth.”
Jean-Paul Sartre
