I shall dig a hole brick by chipp’d full upto unmix’d post cement lay down cellar door carpet of square-cut unroll’d hands as watercan sunset melt’d gold the bill’d sum O hear from there dear night a spray cant
Category Archives: Poetry
Chicle
what time is it to forget btw before I shall wait the shore moor’d an even sky five by favor of awing separately free one third sixty beads should you think that is too much all knot tick it due
House A Mess
deep-end reveries floating in a swimming pool on a bed of leaves the seasons’ martens nearer two a house o’clock starlings fly away knot a recent feud there are squirrels on the trail but no oaken blue
Umbrella
hold up this side down for awhile too full of dust any neighborhood where are no boarders yellow forensics nocent fly swat smacking gum hard to lift won’t move could poke in between few holes Oh yes now it rains
I Saw A Lot Of Them
strike through or stick to your gun there’s gum on a shoe no carpets no caps one fact that matters when a bicycle flattens cann’d pumpkin patches don’t throw tomatoes till the tornadoes touch down wound up in rummage