I awake
As the rain
Drips
From the eaves,
But I can’t
Remember
The raining.
Parkstreet
Messing about in words by Kent Parkstreet Short sketches of stories and scenes, like a colouring in book, just the outlines.
I awake
As the rain
Drips
From the eaves,
But I can’t
Remember
The raining.
Parkstreet
A girlfriend once informed me, “coffeehouse observations are not enough”.
I told her the unexamined life is not worth living, in what I thought was an exemplary use of that quotation, illuminating the position of both Socrates and myself, but she just said, “that’s exactly the sort of shit I mean”.
Parkstreet
Like the second top drawer,
Since the earthquake last September,
We stick
When we open.
Parkstreet