it is a big box
the small stuff of a so-called
sentimentalist
the fragilities’
home in an humilty
inseparable
such simplicities
its until is & fit to
silence tomorrow
A Wind Up Downtown
a watch repair shop
how’s it open twenty fore
seven have donuts
who step on a dime
and a pocket I can’t find
which hand upside down
a couple of mugs
not so good there standbyers
text it a locksmith
Now Is Knot A Good Time
in a big city
how do pedestrians don’t
notice another
often an upgrade
cannot a right way a cane
locate a blue tooth
politely what time
rover goes a ring around
only a foot long
Supply Wagon
toy soldier hetman
who paints a prussian bluer
only on hilltops
where are the buglers
hidden below the high notes
on grayscale maps
as all the dead bolt
reinforce a mess tent when
even sappers can
Where’s A Ladder
while an aisler
how many boxes of bins
are as lost I found
as a warehouseman
it’s this time-punch until
nowhere is no-one
unless aweigh dust
the occasional feather
as a sparrow is
ayaladn 