Thank you for the strut
even though I know
it wasn’t
intended
for me.
The At Swim-Two-Birds Deathmarch Partial Punt
Been on the road and having a hard time keeping up with DM responsibilities. Lame? Yes!
But I aim to replace this ‘un with a real post in the morrow. For now, feel free to post any/all complaints about the … Read on Macduff...
Making Noise
You speak
and it’s a leap
of faith
that someone won’t
pop you.
In the nose.
Those nails
Pity poor Pol Pot’s cat.
Hitler’s hamster.
Fed by this thing.
Stroked by this thing.
By this skin
those nails
they scratch
that spot.
Pity poor Pol Pot’s cat.
Smaller, slender, grave
Other people have smaller fingers
slender grave pincers
and they move fragments around.
The smallest
reposition dust to achieve a fine result.
Not children. I’m not
talking about children or
woodland creatures.
Other grown ups.
Living in crash pads
with … Read on Macduff...
Wall pile
Wet ride this morning.
Chalk bricks trying to absorb
pulling it in cold wood
old wood.
Paper mats.
His wet feet uncovered, yes?
Flat cats lick his feet.
Vapor socks.
Lick sneaker pump.
Lick vapor swoosh.
And those feet stir.… Read on Macduff...
The At Swim-Two-Birds Deathmarch Punt
It’s funny, when this one started I remember thinking “golly, this may be too easy for a deathmarch.” But for whatever reason, this is the deathmarch that has brought the highest percentage of folks low. I’m not sure how many … Read on Macduff...
Unphotographed pets
held with small fingers
slips of bone
sometimes lose their names
change hue
as six dead gerbils shade
to four black mice
as two turtles become a snake
and goldfish replicate.
Three new Big Star tunes
If you’re a Big Star fan (and our market research shows that 31% of cv’s readership self-identify as “Big Star fan” or “fan of Big Star” or “person who is or would like to be identified as ‘Big Star fan’ … Read on Macduff...
The At Swim-Two-Birds Deathmarch, Week 4
I am now (ack! agack!) a week+ behind. And miles and miles and miles from home. But still reading along. Still loving it. Just got up to the legend of Jem Casey, Poet of the Pick. Gold, and nothing but … Read on Macduff...