Monthly Archives: January 2013

‘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

‘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

“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

‘He is in cahoots…’ or it is Cahokia, OK, it’s caboose   Could he be a hoax, oryx in a labyrinth, oxen quit a yoke   He’s just a hookah’s hokum to a Cheshire Cat, his skill Kabuki

“Nigh there a burrow…’ or OK a bureau so, ‘as a pillow eyes…’   O yes, that’s crewel, Dunn in dun around a tun, maybe…a dyad:   as Bibi re-reels to Otto, who re-edits, crew to add a scence