Wednesday, March 31, 2010


sque de
ly sole
ing a
n eccles
ic leit


Envy, with green—is which lawn?
And roof for fawn, with stroke brush;
a, in sky, across we which with, dawn
of grinds are palette (you’re) upon.
I, my, to apple. Thumb, my: to blister.
On rage, infinite lackluster twister.

The other (ms.) is not

The other (ms.) is not
A lonesome bit—star like
Dust inscribed desk rests
The shores: Fermi in an
Un-cracked nutshell.

Monday, March 29, 2010


You never
sleep anymore
what with
your eyelids
glued to
the break
of another
tail-end day
closed from
swinging doors
singing bored
sticking in
a stone
for too
long upside
down blood
pours of
course to
the head
where all
of the
damage is
done until
an unprepared
young lag
swaggers by
with the
idea that
maybe I
can pluck
you from
whence you
came sheath
you in
rain and
then I
can be
your only
one so
sings the
blade in
replies to
his cries
in a
calm voice
love is
not enough
I’m afraid

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Arrow Left

Bitten frost, the still greener only—lawn the
Upon soaked leaves, dead, the by (unhidden)
Downward head hangs—branches, tree, warbles
She; blade, small, her—with what? Ashes.
Blister, a with wait we. Howl a like unknown,
An of echo the and (dipped hand her has).

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

There’s a shirt reads: Eclipse and a pad for scrawl,
Two smoke stacks puff children by the dozens
And ya’ll are obviously crazy, just listen to that drawl
As we drag a yellow finch through surround sound
Up and down a backwards headlong, up until a
Michigander Cherokee slips a drip of lemon in
The coffee and two creams and a water, again?
Will it be another minute, or would you prefer it
Go directly to the company waste bin? $5.98, plus tip!
And the Hulk’s face deep in dirt in the front yard
Of some middle class family who can’t keep track of idols.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

great release

in a freeing blow)
stricken by lightening, rough
like the stucco of an attic roof
till--departed as a branch
split after the glow; afterthought.
Ward, to
the grief of afterglows. Soft
words slipped under a floral
print sheet retrieved in the
great release.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Plumpfull off winterthumbs
Againstthe afterthought
Ofa pussing springday
Decidedby the lilachalo
Anda pup on yourchin.