Category Archives: Poetry

this principle as bed of nails or hot coals, as nowaday a spike of hair pierce per cheek, once supine — you run this way, what difference the discipline, a head to stand one hand slapping, as  n  u  c  u  r a calisthenic, or  e  deep bow, f t  acrobatic

you shall not see erelong the loom, if thus we truss invisibility of fibers, glass & copper filigree, mad science, weaponry; what time a vandal goes poking holes in Van Gogh, no inch more an etching plate, the charger & cemetery vase; all pennies, to an industry’s measured pit, one cloak fore Nibiru, what timeContinue reading “Shawl Knot”

this is Etruscan panorama of dramatic dia- rama, from there, prehistories, not yet photogenic, but clear view from pedestal fourth floor; bunting, still too new, don’t notice you, till midnight indigo as in dictate per digest & in cafeteria, careful usual feed time; yes, watch what time, upstairs or down, there flies around red-cap thisContinue reading “Do~ Yen”

1st a fabric rumour of loose tobacco & more lint than thread to do formal buttons, secretive as Victorian etuis, put them in sm cap on that or trashcan; wooden shoes, how they let in ribbons & bows, perhaps a mass of laminates & laquers as, but string, too bigger through buttons, won’t go eye,Continue reading “Rm Purview”

the little guy wants coin of an adage as well in his cup some pencil luck, if that’s enough on skip it avenue, unless its queue forshortens to a portable, too late, rescue… & you are excused; you are moon-eyed ‘mid many stars and only lack accountability past ten, to 11