Category Archives: Poetry

I was not @first borne riding a bus, ‘tho an underpass < that way led to Gramma’s; up ahead, dear hunter, I said, now & then, what are you reading — runt as I am, match to his stride; later in atlas, we shrug side by side, & Vinland is grayed, ‘tho Congo light blue

to fast toward no past, I’m re- called by name alone & what won’t ever but chime, as anklebell traceries sometime tragic, sand an hour as collapse, driven to a burning library; overload, a bandaged hand, that road

an yclept so-called obsolete archaism, hight nit & faerie tome, et al eterne Sirius — that dog ate my homework — ‘tho too, to an Akkadian, who was as is gno- sis, don’t tell Orion, horizontal this way that pt. review, roam Giza, c+… as a vajra tilt

So are spray-cans, on hood-balance, 1 act of an auto graphic self-at- traction, a despot, an ashcan, the tyranny on a mason plumb true — so politzian blue avail, let’s say, sketch artist or two, & reparation a scrub brush, sm closet will do over else, red-hand as round key through