I wrote this line in dream-state this morning: So I’m back alive with only 3 weeks to be perfect. The word of the day is sophrosune.

“You”, Carol Ann Duffy

“On A Train”, Wendy Cope

Good piece, have come across many times before. The end kinda foreshadows something gloomy in my mind, but doesn’t everything good anyway? This reminds me of that Inception quote, the one about waiting for a train, except they’re on the tracks, where is it going to take us, we don’t know, to space darling!, have faith, and so on. You’ll see that Inception has been figuring heavily in my own poetry lately. Here’s one of my own pieces that has some in it:

“Self-Portrait as a Sarlacc”, James Bowden and Eve Blank

“August”, Jonathan Galassi

I don’t find this to be a great poem, but still it hurt.

“Two Cures for Love”, Wendy Cope

This short piece is just very funny.

I am coming into myself, but this means I feel my age in a way I could not before.