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Poetry

Fruitless

If you ask me, an orgy does have its opposites…

Mixed Blessings

Miles away/ I find a bro­ken toy/ grin­ning on the road…

The White Orchard

Imag­ine Isaac New­ton wandering/ In the long orchard grass…

The Grey Man Dreams for the First Time

Sen­si­ble, The Grey Man grows tired…

Why the Grey Man Finds the City

Because the trees were all but motionless…

The Grey Man Goes to the Movies

He knows that he enters the darkness…

Wasteland

The field seemed sick as a soul with sin,/ Or dead of an old despair…

Settling Accounts

I fell in love with a demon with a wood­wind name

Trying for It

The ghost I see walk­ing the rust-soft wreckage

Being Providence

You could nev­er have slept/ in my ship­wrecked bed