Everybody’s tired of it today. Tired of the same old everyday vibrations chugging through their bodies down from their throats to their hands to the ground. The lechers are too tired to lech today. You see? Dogs don’t even try…
Category: Book o’ Verse
Cold
put on a fat coat bagel coat butter coat wind too sharp biscuit coat bones 0
Let’s talk about (Tuttle’s line)
Taking us from a to b. Varying in heft. Guileless. Craftless. Curving shiny sometimes but still always essentially linear. Scribbly. Stand in front of thirty. “Which one is my favorite?” But how could he possibly know? 0
Ferry ride
This brain don’t tire of shore shrinking to speck as boat pulls away as every day I immigrate. 0
Monkey Friend
And the monkey breath! You gotta pack that up, my friend all smelling of termites and sticks and other monkeys. No one asked you to smell that way. In fact, the assignation specifically connoted replicating a contrary stench, to whit:…
Graffiti Glass Breath
Gathering glass breath into slushed dixie cups chimney’d through milk wood through worm weed in whispers. Marked pies with iron-crossed crust. Heartfelt. Growing. Red whispers. Sliding up against red-veined wood fences. Slipping into character such that white curves twist toward…
My unkind moment
He looked like he was drawn not with a pen or a paintbrush but with the dull wet end of a used toothpick. A dent. An imprint. A soft image. Leaving behind a flaw designed primarily to gather dust. 0
Poem
Soon will come a time when we’ll move out to that house by the brook. And the weather will be fine. And the broadband. 0
Two hours
Pouring all these good things inside me. Tea. Poetry. Pear tart. Lemonade. Tea. Poetry. Lemonade. Lemonade. Pear tart. Lemonade. Tea. Pale Fire. Pear tart. Lemonade. Hoping some of it sticks. 0
Perhaps
Perhaps it’s just a dream but I do like the idea of some days having that boot on my desk. Some days not. 0