One Art

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you [...]

FRAGILE! CARRY THIS SIDE UP.

Who can fix a chest full of broken glass?

God is Dead - Nietzsche.

Daddy and I are always here, you know,
Whenever you want us.
We didn’t like the things you said
The last time home.
Bourgeois, you said, and a word which sounded
Very like Atrophied.
Daddy doesn’t like the way you collect
Toilet graffiti,
God is dead - Nietzsche, and the reply
Nietzsche is dead - God.


You can’t expect Daddy to go round
With plate [...]