Category Archives: Poetry

fidgetin’, what’s this (?) four-poster on the floor, unassembled, yet wrenches & ratchets, scissors (the measure), one big smile — that’s for youth, philips  screw driver

I ran to a garrett- eer, if he had AC, I would take it, freely — ‘Watch your back,’ he said, ‘& your step’, but we pushed it thru the window

hot, all about the cedars, good I have my fan rubberband- ed ’round my spine- less book, & a ‘brella just in case pigs fly — they usually do, & wonder why, cannot he see thru it

I’m only painting sky today, blue lakes tomorrow maybe shore, which to use of ultima & truly — I must go out, I’m running out of green

Persephone, persuasion’s self, would float upon volcanoes for a bit of sun & sing thereon; Pallas on an Ossan sofa heard her, & was there, shoulder & shoulder almost a silence in each ear, merely said, ‘You can do it’