Just go to sleep. Don't demand anything of me. You are not lucid. Hold on.
Let your love and light in. Let it penetrate your soul. The poem is always about itself, ultimately.
I can add anything I want here: a quick scratch pad, transition with time: in the hunt for perfect synchronicity; getting the whole gang back together.
The sidewalk crumbling around my head and shoulders. The dog knows I work too much.
We lost all interest in seeing Jennifer Love Hewitt nude.