Category Archives: Poetry

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

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

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

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

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