Monthly Archives: January 2013

when a viking ship not an empty bottle meander, to clear the headlands’ once without a lance, no bear grease in BC the saddle slope what time that’s lucky, as the ash flicks sideway to the water

when defeat is tired to deepen a mood I shun my shoes as jar full in tow as home to whom a dogged runt I mediate at last too weak a tantrum ’til a wake stood in as a ducky swum

that way I am today’s with a word desert’d by the monkery due when as monk’ry seed may chew a straw no wonders lost as riverruns o’er that too jeune moor’d robin amid simpler nemophilists

theirs the reeds to string the tops of white elephants sandall’d parasols

rugs shawls counter-beads the noun scrimshaw or fathom wonder welkin cloth   no dearth the unknown nor else than a rainfallen shallow walk accord