April 2013 – Page 11

Were In Town

black knight on a hill silver cress upon a crust bred hungry serve more a charnel house clearing through the pil’d refuse is a bumpy road hoers chipping round ryes above a crazy horse phoenix in the maize

preparing salmon-soup

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O’er Alee

one hand onto ground one hand to an ocean cool all others are skies a fallow lander sorrel & alfalfa & layers up & down when is a soup on the cats ask the rye above a green weather coat

Homers Were The

wall-kin on A Street a city is a teardown there is no retreat derelict pocket historians keap it neat in and under ground vulcanize tire ladies upright in bathtubs june bug packet beans

Aye Woods Ditto To

Bibi put in it a trousseau’d cedar liner her clothes so too tight ‘theirs a wrinkle,’ Dubb, ‘where is Orion’s dagger…’ later on the dog starts a worry door often a fore rest as claw’d… he said, ‘Audubon…’