out of the thousands
who are known,
or who want to be known
as poets,
maybe one or two
are genuine
and the rest are fakes,
hanging around the sacred precincts
trying to look like the real thing.
needles to say
i am one of the fakes,
and this is my story.

words: leonard cohen | thousands (book of longing)

photo: iphone | austin, tx

more and more


more and more frequently the edges
of me dissolve and i become
a wish to assimilate the world, including
you, if possible through the skin
like a cool plant’s tricks with oxygen
and live by a harmless green burning.

words: margaret atwood | (a selection from) more and more

photo: iphone | austin, tx