(no subject)

he is an angel escaped
leaving his marble shell behind
in the classical museum
that was to him a prison
and he is searching for mermaids
skimming over the water
with wingtips just-touching
but the waters of the Seine
are too dirty for mermaids.


I'm back and I'm on my feet but my body thinks that it's 8 in the evening. I was so tired last night that when I typed, Dee said I was actually less clear than people who have been drinking.

But I'm home.