Monthly Archives: January 2013

“When does the f-stop…’ Bibi, fitt’d  for close-ups, Otto by the cheese   reads two cameos, ‘No-1 really noes…’ Ms Dubb, figure in a blue   ribbon, a mint choke, and a red sunset collar, ‘She shall kiss the frog’

Otto at the Sands miscu’d Bibi’s ‘Do excuse…’ redubbed in a tub   ‘all is down the drain…’ penguins, to support romance, pil’d on the porch   Monday…btw unless you’ve overslept, let’s roll Richard II

the first book I took from the adult section out of a library   well…it was Beau Geste never had I heard of Freud what’s a Mama’s boy   now I’m old and gray re-re-reading good old Jung without ADD

it’s 2013 to take a few histories to match the fiction   more often frantic the quicker antiquities in a cave again   the road from Susa to Nalanda to, what then, but a rogue planet

burn a library atop a copper mountain proper parables   suffer no malaise the coastal lotus eaters supply pilgrimage   (realtime no delay) the ashes are no burden the treasure is a flame