Monthly Archives: August 2012

several yrs the plains cut ‘thru ‘where’s the Barbary, man? where’s the atlas stand?’ ‘he’s reading labels, as he can,’ I said, once, ‘& tears them often off,’ loitering the hillslide

what sense the -escent stuff if I eschew as always & beyond ‘ escar- telee, ‘ I lay it there & I say, ‘ hearts for June & Julianne, ‘ & that I can

sue on the hills looks for lychnis, pennycress, & ran some off the road, I’d backup from flatland, kickstart in my hand, & haul ‘er out; ‘what’s a jack?’ I holler

the marsh I quote, ‘ties ice black ice,’ my habit to surround it, ‘they’re 3 6 ft ahead we lag behind,’ the dr folds 9 documents, I pocket  1, the train is late, the depot full of cats