one of a thousand geo-locators.where you should see a wall while I’m a handstand & I’m sure on the first floor right by a corner is that also clear but don’t look under a rock & please wipe your feet
Category Archives: Poetry
When Nitrous Oxide Won’t Do
per linear inch high-glaze multi-color tile over a stair edge to a sunken room eleven hundred or more above sea level I count’d paint spots & dissolv’d in two oceans lemon ammonia
Two Walls Due South (One Small Window North)
of twenty-eight walls liv+ & so there’s a lot six rooms four windows five if I count two side by side separat’d why would I do that one sun sets both West at no time at four a m no-one is alone
One Good Shot
men could wear mittens to sleep with a scorpion while the room rattles the earth may tremble regardless a train whistle North in a small hole a tunnell’d canyon parallel to a sunset six itchy fingers
One Tin Box One Wet Ox
in an arroyo a bookman’s pick strikes a cache no ambush is set despite the pipe smoke mesquite & fray’d powder blue denim one good match a vane gray windmill interrupts intermittence gone with a shade of