It’s probably no more insane to imagine reason, than it is reasonable to imagine insanity. Still, I feel compelled to ask myself: What is my insanity, reason, and imagination to make of such a statement, even though I’m the one who made it? Also: Am I merely being clever, or am I serious? Am I a model student, or a class clown? Either way, or all — I am reminded again of my school days.
August 25, 2020
With a song at last
on your parched gray lips.
That’s how I imagine
Poems, Slightly Used, February 16, 2011
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