I have gone into the
big sleep. But don’t have
the fear or the sad: I am
actively hunting
a sun situation, innit.

It’s all chaos, and for this quick minute
I had a Bald Man and a Rothko, and
those were some good things
to have: for keeping lonely
gone. For bringing order to the hodge-

podge and the clutter. They made for the warm
and the relax: the proper location of a scratch. But
I am of the earth and leaves, and I will be of
the earth and leaves, still.

And I am of Bald Mans and Rothkos, as they are of
me. And I will blend into them and
into them, blend again.

Sleep well, Honey.
2008-2015