Category Archives: Poetry

“There was a science of superimposition asymmetical   ‘As the Tyrian purple…therein the jaguar’s chromo-luminance…’ ”   no-1 more idle as Bibi beads a bonnet in a car lot spot

‘He is in cahoots…’ or it is Cahokia, OK, it’s caboose   Could he be a hoax, oryx in a labyrinth, oxen quit a yoke   He’s just a hookah’s hokum to a Cheshire Cat, his skill Kabuki

“Nigh there a burrow…’ or OK a bureau so, ‘as a pillow eyes…’   O yes, that’s crewel, Dunn in dun around a tun, maybe…a dyad:   as Bibi re-reels to Otto, who re-edits, crew to add a scence

“When does the f-stop…’ Bibi, fitt’d  for close-ups, Otto by the cheese   reads two cameos, ‘No-1 really noes…’ Ms Dubb, figure in a blue   ribbon, a mint choke, and a red sunset collar, ‘She shall kiss the frog’

Otto at the Sands miscu’d Bibi’s ‘Do excuse…’ redubbed in a tub   ‘all is down the drain…’ penguins, to support romance, pil’d on the porch   Monday…btw unless you’ve overslept, let’s roll Richard II