as circumspect the cliche world of expletives & censorship, no less to dare, an attitude of grace escapes to solitude & there resumes a litheness lent in deference an ambience, the silences to acquiesce
Monthly Archives: January 2013
Ms Dot’s Dash
perforce a limp began as ‘tho an arch’d insole or ankle twist as calf & shin rotate a leg, the inj’r’d knee, alleg’dly, the steno’s l’j indit’d red the auto’s path what time as blue a crossroad graph’d the accident
Rd Trip
no entry thru the cabin room, to compromise a clean-up crew, a muddy shoe, a sole report, the tense event a kitchen knife, in sharper light the stainless steel at rest the halves of photographs, a redeye stub, the blue gas flames
18…20…13…
a tabby lad in freckl’d tweed supposes luck a tenterhook, a shoetree, for the frays & cuffs of vagabonds, a stitchless time of peppermint a candied store, the calculus of lottery, when she is there in calico
Hayloft
as fallen to the sickl’d moon a tune, to pale a picket fence, in thickset slip a willow switch to bramble hip, considerate a wicker chair, the wicket wait a lock as wide the window seams