With the wind came water, a door
“honest, and therefore
When a gap opens,
he thinks it comes to him from God.
Well, you’ve gotta have your cookies, I know.
You gotta have your cookies
and your gun.
Meanwhile, I’m in the middle of writing my poem
about the city. Talking to the drapes. 100 bricks a day.
is present in the room. More water!
May I not move you?