Random thoughts

my poems, which are random and just about different things i think about

P M T

Poorly Me, Tired Partly Mysterious Teachings

1936

at dinner the words came like a curse but far worse for having been uttered stuttered half-muttered by my sister

Dear John

Dear John, I'm sorry, I didn't want to do it this way but there's something I've been trying to say for some time now. It's something everybody knows so, here goes.