Category Archives: Poetry

to rent a tunic one more runic character ten for parasol   wi-five hand me down stevedores ’round the whole town at a barber’s stop   don’t do that too short you could wire altogether then a cartwheel start

even-one is hoarse call it sum thing else that Far listen echo is   an Andes’ July in a Pyrenee loose track in an Alp or half-   n0 aye wonts & aul that was before knot knock’d down tide to control her

a name caller calls this that that this now once was friends fore by seven   yours as you made it deferring your pinion weeds theirs sweet & truly   do you once whisk broom there are flies about the house don’t wait tornado

earth ah your boat’s here Diana’s fans & boas wait that’s Egyptian   this is a dryland let’s too as tries land tidelands these bead shells wear as   nothing should be clear a distance between us to dewey knee’d you’re fit

how hummingbirds hum hinterlands ilks & honies our cows on the moons   eat-in a green chi nuncle say sow what all’s that only matter fact   witch face broom sweep through darkly speckl’d comets spot whose tired red shoes