Monthly Archives: May 2013

perhaps I tell you a secret ingredient is adjust enough   of more that pesters mind over after the fact as a bushel peck’d   is a rule of thumb whereas the ol’ nag may nose & wait a grain bag

lentils & pintos a saddlebag a horseshoe the kettles’ pot-luck   a box ‘this way up’ reins bow a small pegg’d pup tent hailstones a bucket   inside they scramble eggs & bean sprouts about a pound twist ’ems o’clockwise

roll a desk downtown pianos & pulleymen what do you call that   ask a girl friday who may not spare change her tune where is the flat at   why does a chop stick to a pan in good season she just picks her teeth

you raise up a chin two shavers now-a-day blades although a shadow   in through a window simple venetian high noon leaves light fall alone   on the dark carpet yellow roses from Texans as well a pony