Category Archives: Poetry

on my bare head I’ve a tester bed, & several stairwells up in spirals — there’s no restin’ here, ‘tho I’m branchin’ often whilom (I should know this) I’m only lookin’ for an address (& lunch, I’m promised that); here, I’ll stop: down on the floor (7c), two o’ these, as you call ’em, black-eyedContinue reading “7c”

I’m immured, I make murals by mistake, I use damp rags the damper walls, my purpose lesser that itself may do, if time shall stay away — I’ll be quiet, I’ll be quartz, soft pallette, this, or wild

it was luck now, that my nanny had a mama & I spoke goat; you just try lisping that, I’ve no choice — but I’m sure they stutter or, maybe, that’s, ‘what..what..’

a hopeless moon, a heartless sun, break upon that vacancy in memory of nameless sum, absent consequence; old roads turn aside there, next to nothing closer nowhere

so many blackbirds go awry, distorted pyre, squared emptiness, unaware the compass points per suicide