Category Archives: Poetry

I try, & am a fan of running stones & wadis & the washes driest, & deep-end pools, appareled poles & year-long piers, & clarity, truly nearest

a hot dog stand on each fourth corner kitty-cross from burger joints & bakeries & take-out tacos & sushi, (that’s eight) & 7 blocks between this & that is thatman, at a delicatessen with his dainties & canned goods, or so he said (& I’m not deaf) but what’s the sign for ‘check please’

to El Greco at the ivy wall, who needs to know why piccolos at first adjust to perfect pitch & twist their necks like seventh – stretchers in the bleachers — well, it’s not cricket — ‘but what’s third base’ (she wants to know) the rooftop shouts at once, ‘foul ball’ & that’s a bat

why the chap’s there, by the anvil, & the bellows on the barrel, & its wood be staven, is he mullein o’er the meadow teasel, studyin’ the oaks above his head, it’s full o’ them & thoughtless, to think it thru, he’s doin’ math & rootin’ stems

what to do but look black & be blue, cypherblue, turn’d to you — plural you — shall we that