We are on a plane at the moment and this was written before I went to sleep yesterday. I cannot express anything on the status of the planet in the last 24 hours and have no comment on even the birth certificate of Obama.
be well all.
I am sure NC is beautiful and I am told the cherry trees will be in full bloom.
a re-post from the twentieth.
for Aunt Kathryn
My heart is broken.
the post office doesn’t deliver to heaven.
and you’ve crossed the bridge
and are going home
——–
this is my star.
bewildered,
hanging down
our heads
this is my star.
this is my star,
vainly wishing and
wishing on planets
and suns
this is my star.
on bended knees
with clenching fists
praying or raging at your
Christian God
this is my star,
to wonder and
wonder and
wonder,
this is my star.
– Hoc Scripsi
the platitudes of willful resemblance 