in force the sad clowns
scatter the ashes to tame
a bucket brigade
pages of lions
three ring the gray seals a flame
the tension immense
within the wide tents
the thunderclap a great noise
in silence she reigns
Poetry
in force the sad clowns
scatter the ashes to tame
a bucket brigade
pages of lions
three ring the gray seals a flame
the tension immense
within the wide tents
the thunderclap a great noise
in silence she reigns
losing it lakeside
you had a dictionary
divers were diverse
one hour after words
more as don’t go there than yes
read a comic book
mamas cucumbers
aunts’ uncles gossip who said
I was almost e
led back in to space
as a pebble from gravel
a stone isn’t rock
you don’t touch a rock
it’s alone a lot the likes
of what you don’t know
its home I could be
curious but my hunch is
you’ll look anyway
mercury silver
earrings tin bullae & she
is always let’s go
do you think to maul
the marl the burro’s print’d
less the happenstance
and at half the cost
it tilt’d one side the other
until she fell off
cyberolog as
a demo the beta days
this one is a dog
if not a sentry
so-call’d part of a shadow
bite me that’s not free
likely you forget
office is a ramshackle
only now it’s late