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
Daily Archives: January 30, 2013
My North
‘Its good you’re going this way to the blue valley on the horizon…’ Slow clouds cover that the other wood’d know, so small a feature, ‘tho the farther reach was always fair before us, we wait to pre-pair
Peregrination
‘tho a guitarist can knot a cat’s-got-a-tongu’d aglet on crew sock’d hiking boots and chew all it wants, to pick a tune, better yet declaw a piton mountain & look out a cool crevasse, the crooks echoic
Arc Lamp
“There was a science of superimposition asymmetical ‘As the Tyrian purple…therein the jaguar’s chromo-luminance…’ ” no-1 more idle as Bibi beads a bonnet in a car lot spot