on the branches
and all the birds
and the night
against the window—
I have been doing revisions all week, and i am worn the fuck out.
So, i am taking tonight off.
I’m going to read some Edward Hirsch, listen to Disasterpeace, and sleep like the dickens.
P.S.: if anyone would like to see my non-haiku poetry, drop me a message or a reply, and i’ll post some over the next couple of days….or all at once….
beneath the window