whatever time is, it wasn’t the day that got away, I don’t know when, or the half of where maybe who should want could have without asking, there’s never etiquette in emergent need; so, this sky is blue near a fountain & sweet water also runs to those who speak wing & hover here
Monthly Archives: October 2012
Interstate
three ravens in chorus all the more at rest a rooftop question, ‘if I had thesaurus, would I know another language, furthermore nonetheless as all the more we have not said before,’ I nod as they; I ask of them what of that where it goes with rainbow on darken’d sky, ‘is that shore’
Scold
use a pencil sound behind your ear for a rotary note, if not an oar, when a dinghy don’t float, then a semaphore, those never drown out what time background noise annoys who’ll be short, lee to shore, quarreling a storm room door like a fissure, mad as can be — ‘Don’t you now, too,Continue reading “Scold”
Swift J1745-26 (Shove Off)
carry-ons for Atlantis crew: ice packs, pole by pole as balance yoke, & too-blue polka-spotted moon-marked calendars, -ides, but, do not overload starboard full-tilt-cork- floored-boogie room; 3rd glass passengers two-step bye your own anchor, 2-4-1 sails today; green card (sure you are) & cheese for Canadians
Twin Wink
I did pencil ketch & twin charcoal of without fixative, but neat, plunge, sink, ‘Lookout’; fracture face from fall mountain wake: a rumination, #1 counting on from echo