Category Archives: Poetry

one day U turn in half a yoke to delay he who’s knot a yo-yo   who goes…’OK’… when out there there’s th@t OFU so the farmer cedes   whereas thereafter more cars go only backwards to search for beebees

OK, let’s stay in & honor the old ladies who made BBQ   BYO kabobs & laptops to kaboodle ‘tho she’ll sing kazoo’d   @ The Seventh Veil & roll up all the tent poles when we should bay watch

Otto in idle is furious the surplus, ‘PS…space for Ming…’   Bibi, declasse, stress’d in blase corduroy, throws darts @ The Crew   not-1 to 1 there… “Ms Dubb, ‘but in position not so good as Drawn…’ “

So-caul’d call’d 2Cold ‘tho he was @ Umbrage Bridge knot now & hung up   by extension short no-1 shoreward cut a cord whittl’-bits to seam   as a craft embark in orbit ITsC’ds to weave U turns there in flax

sm psi’z synapses q into root bein’s  as therefore cann’d water   as mobilities ipso drip by drip factor proto-tenderly   well-in as is bred ryed up in two slaps by four roll’d before the door