Category Archives: Poetry

a narrator broke that is always was, took a break, to a curator not now awake, could he be a carbon date these, if you please, there’s noting you can do I don’t sing ~~ get some glue where it what hallway 1, but it’s broke

why don’t you shave or get shares to sing bang bang on chairs, or save breath, to be brief, or in jest what you do — try hello, or zero in no tip row2

not a horse at the track, so it was once a demo- lition derby; blue impalas, red mustang — well maybe that’s 1 cadillac, broke in two, at last lap only her — Rose —  & there goes cavalier

blood is one foot, moreso rock e-row, too tired, goodnight — useful tape is good luck in a bunker at lunch, but refuse just be cause there’s nothing TV — vis a vis if the base meant debris… 1st time…OK go Big Bang

as was Rose, in her plaids & white blouses, gray sweater’d as a cat’s; & the howling below 2nd flat on the street east to west — so-called North — was the buck as given the vet; did I know the table was set extra guess more than I as an iamb among just asContinue reading “As If Rodeos Mattered”