Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Never
Is ever enough
Forever
Still needs some stuff
Archimedes
Pythagoras
Blunt and Blair
Does it matter
What they wear
Or even
If they care
Water
Into wine
Frosted pines
To share
Clever
Is never enough
Whenever
You call my bluff
