Voluminous I
A Study As Gilt Edg’d
Voluminous II
Anagrams B -C
Vol III…all about details
& how two get lost
Voluminous IV
U-Turn’d Canoes Lesson Seven
Moor-weir’d A DigrAM
Poetry
Voluminous I
A Study As Gilt Edg’d
Voluminous II
Anagrams B -C
Vol III…all about details
& how two get lost
Voluminous IV
U-Turn’d Canoes Lesson Seven
Moor-weir’d A DigrAM
‘That’s what I call struts
on the tilt-boards of Susa
by the old arcade…’
Dubb, ‘OK Bibi…
no, don’t strangle…hold the moor…’
She’s only first stage,
in a retro wig,
deco-dyed…it interferes
with a quick exit…
a jellied bean bill’d to
a jabber stalk’d bicyclist
with a box of jibs
from the maid in Tyre
round the block ahead awheel
one pedestrian
haunted by a ghost
and a castaway from Cats
rumpled on a stilt
what to-do an egg
paint’d a dozen colours
with a soft boil
worth more a green corn
by a nose-hair underground
o’er a mill’d pepper
the candl’d snuff’d out
sneakers chewin’ the chicle
too shy a window
whereabout the techs
nick’d by the chipper shortcut
hearin’ they’re now there
alioth ablute
as the tied folds the curtain
where is the sense in
any rehearsal
is it too quiet than else
what time a maid calls