(The Following is an Artificial Rendering of Nostaliga Interposed on Reality)
by , 12-23-2009 at 07:25 PM (686 Views)
gone it is
a deconstruction
of houses and doors and
thoughts and songs on the
virges of memory, in
the in-
side
little house on the prarie
which was a word in a book
that pointed to another, --
where, where art thou
my subtle memories
mother, sister, cat
mother, sister, cat
was that a dream
of subtle past
six years, -- twelve?
a house, - apartment
brick, plaster
white
paint, blinding white
walls
Now my dear Hastings, my first home in five
Is not a home as a home as a home
on Hastings Street.



