Monthly Archives: December 2012

the reddest of fro, on tow & snowshoes as still, if only once o’erstocking, a cold man to a green, as tingling to sub-limbs, so wanting wood, I know a pink slip dozens fit

no-1 isn’t 1st in line, checkout what you will, recent hand- set as active as thatman, out of service, shirtless & no shoes; small waifs from house enclose to him food & stamp

Sue & Julian planned a cabin, a canoe to paddle middlin’ the pristine predevelopment surround them, would they as retirees choose seclusion or drift ashore, ax & adze abandoned to a reverie

what ever on a dismal day however, as a neo-modal- poetic, albeit encrypted elusive rhyme, to toss a dog so fetchless, who should, & one day he will, unscramble it at your feet, ‘tho you sleep

when no elbow in your place considers his, by second guess he’s late, & ‘tho a hand, as clasp in Grecian key, confirms comfort & civility inter– intro– does he send a text… but I suppose it’s hearsay