some uses for the moon

it pulls the loose threads

the salty waves

unraveling tides

swiftly, to keep dry the towns

and sandals on doorsteps

but the same mirror's

hanging over landlocked countryside so

a drunk couple on the roof

looks as if they'er in front of it

they may fall off

their tongues gracefully glide

and any old barn swallow

tiny and perfectly brown

can wake trembling from a nightmare

tilt round head to see the glowing rock

and know the sun hasn't gone out

ballpoint

I keep picturing all these little kids

playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands

of little kids, and nobody's around-nobody big,

I mean-except me. And I'm standing on the edge of

some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch

everybody if they start to go over the cliff-I mean

if they're running and they don't look where they're

going I have to come out from somewhere and catch

them. That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the

catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the

only thing I'd really like to be.

tuktuk

apple

my favorite librarian

thought this was a tattoo today.

this made me wonder

if it were a tattoo,

how many people

would think it was just a drawing?