tighten up your propeller screw, yes, you get it fill-up station, #3 blue bin aisle prongs & foghorns, by a fork in river; so don’t bend, as if only once, semi’s goin’ slow a long way, delta poppin’ gum; ‘go back,’ he said, ‘this is skimmer of last dry river bed’
Category Archives: Poetry
Originally posted on Ether Partisan:
Yawn and trembling In the front With a tri-polar gaze A Leap, A Tear Stretch I am backstage with My full kind Knowing nothing Expecting nothing Yes, we smoke and laugh We could eat your face If we were still hungry So keep sending us food Anything We like to…
To A Swan Divan
by one sense not my sense, the sax on a backtrack or flip~side Bavaria’s (Baba is) odd, or the wood- winds coo so; but the roomer is ivoried in a chamber, as bass soon is chamfered & transfers blue-mooned (no, really — I think that’s a torte, so where is eclaire…)
Originally posted on Nabroski i razmyshleniya:
Отблески лампы на книге рождают образы, Об одиночестве и о вечности размышлять боязно, Да и спать уж пора – поздно уже. Жук-древоточец мой сук подпиливает, Мысль ускользает – обильная, живая, сильная. Спать уж пора – звезда за окном реет…. Развалины геометрии. Дыр многовато и Время – Линейного полка и…
Streetwise
direct as related a lingering lingoist, burr’d is a wurd so whoo, where are you, you’re round or ’round — just about now — as the cat’s meow meown
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