Cloud above Shell Station

I am thinking a lot these days about the huge difference between poetry and prose and the difference then between prose and journalism which isn't quite as huge.

The differences are all I can think about and consume me to the degree that I am consumed.

I know this thought is just a bunch of words but words are all I have to show for the world, words show me the world whether I'm seeing it or not. Everything I build up with words i build up to break down and everything I've broken I've thrown away.

Last night, the bill for the expensive dinner came wrapped in an antique volume of Wordsworth's 'Collected Poems.' How sweet, I thought at first, but when I thought about the gesture a little more I became sick at heart.

Soon I will drift off or be drowned.