Category Archives: Poetry

everyone is now some are later on not then not-1 as no-1   ‘tho the place has chang’d to resemble as a home not-1 more alone   summer’s winter springs to be beyond forgetful no-1 that you know

2 clicks o’er 1/2 how do you to tell me now fix an innertube   jackknif’d on aback promo trailers in trashbags barricades reload   intercoastal gold which mayors do not disclose chick is cross the road

‘The Romans were mad who bill’d the coliseum forgot Cynthia…   ‘well, now in the world, Vanessa Nymphalidae, a painted lady…   ‘but a sweeping scythe beyond the burning city’s lunate kimonos…’

‘The crows of course fly before the albatrosses two years evermore…’   You don’t knock the door, you don’t look out the window, no-1 shall be there…   altho’, regardless… no matter where the arras, there is a forest

Chewer of pencils, eraser lips lead the tongu’d window sill’s saurus   to backyard hedges, the low starglow, as buoy bluest memory,   accedes a friendship to lonelier argosies of the dear land’s pens