April 2013 – Page 37

Bullae

a name caller calls this that that this now once was friends fore by seven yours as you made it deferring your pinion weeds theirs sweet & truly do you once whisk broom there are flies about the house don’t wait tornado

Arch & Ball

earth ah your boat’s here Diana’s fans & boas wait that’s Egyptian this is a dryland let’s too as tries land tidelands these bead shells wear as nothing should be clear a distance between us to dewey knee’d you’re fit

Via Sea Quilly

how hummingbirds hum hinterlands ilks & honies our cows on the moons eat-in a green chi nuncle say sow what all’s that only matter fact witch face broom sweep through darkly speckl’d comets spot whose tired red shoes

This Vase

cirrus gypsy cab array a sun as who’s all tell me one tip-toe how dews tulip fold 2/2 superstitions fool iris its beard tongue in a vase a mug tugging on a rug a pug listen who knot to

Six O’er Too Many

hook me & click off carpet cleaner on his knees shaggy dog too flea’d who said ragged and me that or a pocket full one time old donuts I could feed a bird by my window who no luck so your drink don’t smoke