Monthly Archives: January 2013

‘The crows of course fly before the albatrosses two years evermore…’   You don’t knock the door, you don’t look out the window, no-1 shall be there…   altho’, regardless… no matter where the arras, there is a forest

Chewer of pencils, eraser lips lead the tongu’d window sill’s saurus   to backyard hedges, the low starglow, as buoy bluest memory,   accedes a friendship to lonelier argosies of the dear land’s pens

‘I, Marionette… Walk me thru a mummery to the guillotine…   ‘It’s a bit wooden; should we use a trampoline…’ Ms Dubb…’& one net’   Otto is too hot, eyes a newt so not surprise tree frogs in a vine

Bibi’s one sarong Otto’s XL mu-mus ‘Not quite right…’, Ms Dubb   in gold gabardine disapproves the damascene, this lay btw   OK in a coop & atop a topograph, not the quiet type

For the old cargo, two halves a remember’d ship, nothing in the hull   as braids the camel’s back with sacks, a city more the way there convey   ’til a softness flows, the hoofprints, the caravans ‘thru the wide sands home