the hunt.

'don't put all your eggs into one basket.'
is what my mother always said.
she warned the unwise to keep their prizes
safely tucked into different nooks,
fill their libraries with different books,
with so many subjects and pictures that you could never
read them all.
but you would have them,
if only to have them,
if it meant a thing at all.

'loveless bedrooms filled with doom bring
silent heartache july to june.'


he stole her balloon, accidentally, of course.
but made her cry, nonetheless.
i told you to gather your gold
and wrap it in love
and give it to her to make her love you again.
lay, don't be crazy.
no one likes a dumb baby.