Subsoil, Outdoors, Or The Beggar

  Or too sub-lunar, or too little. Whoosh! I was a beggar… A whoosh! is the sublime event. Sitting on the sidewalk, leaning on one hand, boozing with the other. I have more class than the two dandies in Manet’s Déjeuner sur l’herbe. (At my eye level, the world is Ptolemaic. It holds beauty in […]