Monthly Archives: November 2012

blood is one foot, moreso rock e-row, too tired, goodnight — useful tape is good luck in a bunker at lunch, but refuse just be cause there’s nothing TV — vis a vis if the base meant debris… 1st time…OK go Big Bang

as was Rose, in her plaids & white blouses, gray sweater’d as a cat’s; & the howling below 2nd flat on the street east to west — so-called North — was the buck as given the vet; did I know the table was set extra guess more than I as an iamb among just asContinue reading “As If Rodeos Mattered”

I was not @first borne riding a bus, ‘tho an underpass < that way led to Gramma’s; up ahead, dear hunter, I said, now & then, what are you reading — runt as I am, match to his stride; later in atlas, we shrug side by side, & Vinland is grayed, ‘tho Congo light blue

to fast toward no past, I’m re- called by name alone & what won’t ever but chime, as anklebell traceries sometime tragic, sand an hour as collapse, driven to a burning library; overload, a bandaged hand, that road