The X on mobile
hung up the 24th string
1 maid as 1 thread
rote, to her, who is
busy as a DragonISS,
‘not now…space debris…’
‘tho the flashmob text,
as a curiousity,
foreward to Tang0
Poetry
The X on mobile
hung up the 24th string
1 maid as 1 thread
rote, to her, who is
busy as a DragonISS,
‘not now…space debris…’
‘tho the flashmob text,
as a curiousity,
foreward to Tang0
Bipolar Planets
Vol I of II Vols
for summer reading
frontispiece D.Press
Chapter 1: Manic Orbits
(skip to Sedate Moons)
sum if Vol ume Is
dog ears as equal dog years
then we clean the beach
the future, coiffur’d
in hairpin curves that redact,
while the pearls undone
in the Rolls french-curl’d,
while the afghans bay in Cannes,
off-leash on the beach
the boas & the bobs
of the boats, the dry dockers,
all flyfish to Nice
I would drop & drag,
AKA, when the old rag
rolls, Pianola,
with Morning Glory
as blue as a Victrola,
Aeolus, borne lee
‘To be deshabille
& freightful in a lifeboat…
more off on a wheel’
Bibi is too blue
on a frozen waterbed,
Ms Dubb… with a pick
in the cabana,
rundown ramshackle rattan…
‘No good reason,’ said
Otto to no-1,
‘to forget on an island
the vacation shots…’