Poems from MarieI
How is it like to be bat?
I do not know. Neither do you, probably.
The next best thing? Live, and let live.
It's crazy.
There's this thing:
I possess, I implode, I am u t t e r l y surrounded by some Great-Gentle Sway.
The Eternal One.
Sustainer....
Saturday morning again, and the bees are wanting to settle into our c-l-a-v-i-c-l-e-s. Papa is splitting some watermelon for thrombotic...
. . . so hush, little baby
Baby, don't you cry. . .
Hey, Hey, now, Mr. Harvey!
Lookin' all sharp and sweet, you do, sir!
Yes, Sir!
O o o...
Sometimes,
It appears to me as if social interaction has encountered a dead-end: It is easier not to express any care regarding that which...