Category Archives: Poetry

she may spell chlorophyll, bye & bye, dressing in a chitterling over stew, she may take a punch or two into a living room & kick a door or stop it, & she’ll never drop it, china cups & saucers; she’ll stand at the window when they’re not watching

what shall bee, as you like it, ‘forage numbers’ on the coast of floers & content without induce a rest, or how to fit it in empty pocket too big a microscope even ‘tho there holes & shovels

one night for to as well & oasis a full rest conjunct below herself, old further from his prodigal addresses each stamp as patience & flexible, an eyelash the islands as disguised reveries could bark should wait

to offend (off- hand) anyone, or muss with such as already stirred up, there’s another, you’d reason — & even that, the ‘only seeming’ without result, the color of ink or shoes, the spider in them & the luck they’re twice the size of yours, peninsula & pencil each as who should know where whatContinue reading “Rumour Had 1t”