Allen
Follow the glow as a gong along paths bleak and dim, Slight and slim is the girl in the gross world, Things lean inward to mirror what? Ginsburg skull fallen off its pole, Old rolly poly in the … Continue reading →
Dime’s Worth of Storage
Someone, a foot in hand, a wall, grab together, Pell mell stucco and mortar for cracks Between what we are and conceive. The time required of the earth to bring forth her children Year after year, the Eocene … Continue reading →
A Thousand Pounds Sterling
It reflects nothing of you, me, The something deeper also a shade shying away like a light in the night. Equivalencies of relevancy as the tuna on the line, the last of her kind, The King already chum in … Continue reading →
Dotsero
Daylight, dawn, penumbra of lost last nights and shrimp impalers, Steel skinny skewers through the heart’s pumping dagger, Turnstile of breath’s travel, stream chord and guitar belly Of interstitial niceties and interglacial periods of thaw. Make lists and shifts … Continue reading →
Awake by a Dark Stream
Green eye of land lying flat as the eye can see. If only the grass were everlasting, only the fittest shed messy tears All over the place like the river languid with bulk and mass sliding Like a snake … Continue reading →
Eye on The Sky
Easter Island head for a trampoline For the British Museum and their policy For returns of stolen idols, slavery, colonialism. A trunk of junk, bag men, Potters, collapsing sensibility Onward as a decency of exclusion and privilege. Her lips … Continue reading →
A Reading
The drama of circumference whispering amplitude with a ladder and a chalk box, The junk of back -stage stuff put to use by the hands and minds, Doubling down on an old story of losses never tabulated but used … Continue reading →
Water Weight
Weight of the water on the land, percolating down Cold as frost on the rocks, crisp crunch Of talking with time’s little process. Incremental in bees bent with pollen in Their blooms bigger than their bodies. The exquisite sense … Continue reading →
Tobogganing Wake
Damages, reading the Wake is no opportunity But the press of time’s circular crowd, Her many travelers aloft and below, The lists of intuition stretching to the mists. Marmalade gifts. Tootsie treats, gaffes, sumptuous affairs, The rhythm of her … Continue reading →
Laughing Bean Moon
Lichen on the round stone, Tipple of the clean water, Litmus of sunrise, dust cloud, burn patch, gravel. The light sound in a distant cold field, Across the road beyond homes Where the barrier of wild land dissolves to … Continue reading →