those plastic mesh bags for oranges or tangerines aren’t good for coin her hunch the bustle comes back quickly refashion’d but now she’s hungry blue bottle entrees weigh tables moreso atip on a clipper ship what time the Stanza too much an iceberg salad for an ocean green for the crewContinue reading “Roll Call’d One More”
Category Archives: Poetry
The Fury-Maid
She was wary of men who were not Harry, Harriet was, swingin’ in her chariot as she woo’d all in woad high born neighborhoods She understood men in hoods where they stood not so merry as they tarry, but she’s chary her goods, would marry good Harry by the Bury
Knot That Low
steady air tip Top parasols of rabbit fur why is there a kite ribbons to disguise the other things I hold to would I split apart could I patch the rags at Tumbleweed in twilight with a broken heart only to behold three leaf clover leaf before off tramp’d overpass
Huggin’ A Curve
new-it all went to in a desert dowsing sticks laid where we’ll find bones armadillo toes or a gila monster tail and tarantulas on the shoulders of roadrunners we’ll pass at last almost out of gas… to a station near no-good-time a close-up shot not-1 had the film
Ode To The Pony
who had a feather & could not know if either o’er a rodeo had a roadie so lasso’d if the neither met diner or lunchette howdy you spell check hot soup egg drop hot lap top too cool cigarettes do you know a bee flew into the seedy room there you areContinue reading “Ode To The Pony”
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