‘tho she’s rye n’ in a sundress & her shawl is knotted moonlight in the shedding of the cords she wearies of, when a sample shall or as a wick attend the mending of a silence bent more the hearth, the wind runs through a slant light fallen sudden to the flintlock on the floor,Continue reading “A Slant Light”
Daily Archives: September 26, 2012
Three-Ears
a dappled Appaloo along a line that’s looser if she flies the rough-shod way, I’d memorize the gait to Getaway & Walkabout a scenic highway as, than o’errun or take it down a note, you know it from the others ’round the mountain there, bran new
Comb In Hand
two yuan, or more into horse races, fresh prints on muddy track of flatbed truck, some I’ll buy Kentucky bread — or re-read to morrow, dailies blown against a broken fence — the driver, she, is no fool & shall not bet on ‘Khan Again’, or ‘Polo Anyone’ — there’s ‘2nd Cents’ & ‘Squeaky Cleang’Continue reading “Comb In Hand”