Category Archives: Poetry

one half a can of tennis balls & no net but one snood as old a scold recalls add in to scald struck through blew to to cool

a kite on cloud pool string window shade bee neat o’er collar sized an iron sink dry steam wash a.m. lane away the dew rung by the chicks hen’s ten

how on ago in eye so ‘just whenever the chair with that eye think so-called finial as catch of a sleeve & robe why knot sit down so wing add ease

strike ‘thru sense or ship once feral bee & aul knit pc or pick a burr so that May break o’er bent the flow recede the snow an ingle- cant fret

ask old Boehm if he’s about cobbling boots or the other Kris, binder, what ends he attends to, the trail’s too spry, as they are both this way & that & knot as aye; more likely the automat than hectic avenue @ 2:00, two for one, ‘tho Boehm is eye-mapped & Kris, all too often,Continue reading “(Only Yesterday)”