Daily Archives: September 12, 2012

why the chap’s there, by the anvil, & the bellows on the barrel, & its wood be staven, is he mullein o’er the meadow teasel, studyin’ the oaks above his head, it’s full o’ them & thoughtless, to think it thru, he’s doin’ math & rootin’ stems

what to do but look black & be blue, cypherblue, turn’d to you — plural you — shall we that

on my bare head I’ve a tester bed, & several stairwells up in spirals — there’s no restin’ here, ‘tho I’m branchin’ often whilom (I should know this) I’m only lookin’ for an address (& lunch, I’m promised that); here, I’ll stop: down on the floor (7c), two o’ these, as you call ’em, black-eyedContinue reading “7c”

I’m immured, I make murals by mistake, I use damp rags the damper walls, my purpose lesser that itself may do, if time shall stay away — I’ll be quiet, I’ll be quartz, soft pallette, this, or wild