in inky blackness
the squid sees its real shape.
swimming to freedom.
anaximander
curled into a c
cat dreams of infinity.
not schrödinger’s cat.
if it walks
there was a man from queens.
who inherited some substantial means.
from his knitted on hair
to his orange complexion not fair.
he continued to screw many with his schemes.
frozen
jack kerouac
died from too much booze.
if only he’d chosen.
numb burr
little to nothing
remains my bounty of luck.
none is a numb burr.
garden glasses
was there an eden
living in utopia?
or myopia?