& plais violin forsooth curl’d ore his hair truest one @ once souther to fore’s way never never never now shall I wait a moor hither tambourine nothing to a cymbal ring sum as him aye sing
Daily Archives: April 10, 2013
Switha Song
out a breadth a room narrow’d stairwell a sparrow perchance her arrow weatherstone alit hold a bit a meadow go hurry if you can wind as afar & fair theirs an oread a blue tell as thy love is
An Old Man
half a day away from a candle cupp’d hand held that is btw’n as as low’down pillows lace curtains bill & wing too window in clean air now theirs is a wake thousands on a blue foreshore whither wade awhile
Waban She
shoot me a tin star wrap it up fore leaves fall down stand around bow-wow in an empty lot sidewalk caving in here Spout & theirs a white flag one red peony pull up to volcanoes core May bee’d better day
One Pez
a mountain paper’d hung once pink elephant also as mache donno where it when souvenir safariers was knot so mobile what to-do paint blue a warpath jumbo-greener wear that a good leaf