Category Archives: Poetry

twenty Silver Times more of the old ones renew magazine issues   flip through em’ry board that’s not a fashion O dear April’s more curly   the buds on the vine remember I surely do almost a tulip

how many loose links no-1 maid-new a sand-witch yellow mustard field   cowbells to foghorns shooting stars haylodes draggin’ giants overalls   a wish that is true in the blue bluer bluest forth now well beyond

I’ll keep the T-shirts of Astarte & Ishtar for the good weather   ‘tho the ant farmers really too near a mothball are lookin’ sluggish   I want a comet a tiara for Amy you call-up Emmy

who wedg’d a wood chair to block the lock’d closet door I cannot get out   for the meet and greet but you do have nice clothes and pretty moth balls   I’ll make a window somehow in the west wall and see you sundown

Otto once a sulk Bibi fonder than a silk have a glass of milk   btw whey’d-back spun a multi-tractive path ‘Sceptre…Lady Dun,’   exfoliators on the run nylons that gum thereby lief a crumb