August 2012 – Page 7

for the silence & the absent interact to a proffered predilect, ‘tho to slice it radii’d as every apple, oranger berry I’ve so a pencil lay in air, & a doodle & a pony limp along

pride come ‘ everafter ‘ like the cubs, ( those’r cats & the shoes’r fit enough the hills of ankara and kush ) the belfries & potteries at handset, ( & that’s that ) beyond that woodbeam, mars

3 spider eyes 1 for octopii 1 for any more 1 asleep other 5 haiku memorize india ink 3rd eye winks

‘tho I’m a ghost across the land, a pine about the charnel house, ( & have an ad for mausolea & cover of the walking dead ), I’m shovel too

let’s all go out to day ( pm) again a tree, laddie amas any 1