Category Archives: Poetry

she died gangrenous still in love the green greenwood the cane-ways afield   wild remembrance the last a cherry tree’d rocking chair at a quarter past   a small house ago a street you should live somewhere an also a sunset

Ma where’s compact boot why do cellars root & weave who is wattle eyes   when is Babushka or Cha Cha whose bull dog is over on Hermitage   a lane of lilies to a porch’s steep above the deepness her smile

Okay skipper ‘rope on the way to hangar up do not bang a door   map of Portugal maid an historied shall we run to play tag us   why imagine where it went over fences when we watch busters rough

yesterday is years’ today you do count today 3R never Sic   one side of a clock once ahead of you who who try to round a block   he play hit and run how play hopscotch hidden see why always sky blue

popcorn binturong why would any buddy run movie over bit   silver screen guitar someone taller but behind cricket quiet down   riding into town don’t butt in one box to-goes that’s a long way out