Life

I just want to run and jump and spin around
and fly and swim and play and chase
and shoot the moon and take the Midnight Express
and fall and weep and writewritewritewritewrite

Three perspectives on Television for Wallace Stevens

I

Quiet and sneaky
He steals the broken men
He watches the watchers
And yet never hides

II

What travels the world but doesn't leave the corner?
A Stamp.
What travels the world but doesn't leave the corner?

III

Fallen, fallen, fallen to the pit of hell
The blessed dispose of their burdens as they gain their wings

Who doesn't like furniture in poetry?

The name of this poem draws inspiration from Chris Tonelli's "Bedroom in Arles" (http://thesteinachoperation.blogspot.com/ http://www.realpoetik.org/2006/03/chris-tonelli.html). Hopefully, there will be a day when no poetry is without furniture. A bed. A chair.