Category Archives: Poetry

doctor outward bound figur’d lake a summer land she said it’s too deep  

a paddle ball moon the velcro tongue a loose shoe an offshoot a sport   baring a tripod I some place awhile forget the tide unlaces   the picaresque that happens often I fall in a bit o’er the line

dear anonymous mr and mrs to whom you wish shall refer   to a catalog previous the current to whom thereafter   receive it enclose once to chargeable part o non-recyclable  

where is what to see is it not self evident someone sleeps atwerk