Stargazing

I always fail
for I am always aiming for the stars.

Loosen (up)

I like to lose among friends.

First

the hardest time.

Wittgenstein gone czeck

Let the Mucha out of the box.

Shakespeare&Sons (study)

Jean Seberg writing the Great American Novel
While the bard sings out loud
and all the while I can't stop thinking
that beauty bewilders me

So what if she is a lesbian
set to brake all the straight hearts
and then some?
So what if she has the hips
too narrow
And breasts too large
And that makes no sense?

Oh, God! I love your senselessness!

Jean keeps reading from her Mac
Keeps writing into the oversized
rouge et noir notebook.
She's distressed - I can tell
Something eludes her, she has
the vision and the places and the names
It's the feeling that lacks
that soothing - but stabing - quality
that comes with all great novels.

Or then, it is the aching,
just a letter to the absent girlfriend,
I think, as she leaves.

Temple of Love

I'm not saying it doesn't mean anything, but why does it have to mean everything?

When Harry met Sally

Évora, Portugal

Refusing

Severe severing.

And the joy

When the Sisters sing I feel all the pain that I have ever endured.

This is not Whitman

Perpetually I am shattered by the world
So shattered,
I am the world.