Friday, March 28, 2014

A very short song

by Dorothy Parker

Once, when I was young and true,
Someone left me sad-
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that is very bad.

Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse.

Thursday, March 20, 2014


I guess you've forgotten me now,
As the dust settles on me to not exist.
I must've forgotten -
the easiest way to lose something
is to want it to the hilt. 

Someone once told me:
"the world is a shrinking place,
yet the inhabitants are drifting a p a r t."

Spiders, engines, and universes, then.

Somewhere there's an end you want,
and somewhere there's a start.