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So many things are not like this 12 May 2013 | 08:11 pm
Thirty mile an hour winds blown into high sky now a plangent blue, but blue is or has to be happy or those dimples will run bloody too, and who spikes a palpated mess to rush hot pulps of lotus throug...
Seen in the meadow with curved concrete, brought home to be tried 4 May 2013 | 01:43 am
A thick stalk dandelion impostors a white halo chucked up in the fraud of an early spring grim with nose poking into a fake grimace fractal, a lame asparagus false passport trying to win. Nice try pic...
The banquet's in the first bite 21 Apr 2013 | 12:12 am
The scent of a cigar smoked long ago addagio wafts in a library with blurry pages yet unread, erects at dusk a craving for blue grottoes lost. They have come again late to prep the fountain for the se...
You can get your life back 15 Apr 2013 | 12:36 am
Bearded pansies grow in a thick explosion of bright violet, that yellow throwback to when many winks wore beards. Throwback no more, though some would hope to seek for a wet beard whiskered in place t...
The last tilt on the round-a-whirl is not always bitter 13 Apr 2013 | 02:58 am
Make mine lemon if a fruit has to be squeezed with godly hands onto any of the mounds I eat, always forward to maximize a palate pleased when yellow dawn leads sweetly to a final seat.
Death comes like a meteor that reminds you of yourself 6 Apr 2013 | 02:06 am
My innocent search went obit black guilt when a short mistress found dead one year was with white news decay a ten years ghost, but I think only of her self-absorbed spouse, who was an awesome sage of...
The genius of what is 3 Apr 2013 | 01:14 am
If there was nothing to be said for hot red heat and deep grey pressure every pebble would be a gem. Pebbles everywhere searching for red heat and grey pressure, waiting for a hard god to cut marquise...
I'm glad I made the box before the box made me 1 Apr 2013 | 12:53 am
When I was lopping lost in an echo hollow dry, and loping, laughing wolves saw me echo howl I saw another wolf chomp on an old yellow volume, dripping scarlet teeth into a marbled spine chewed. I watc...
It's black and brown on a distant hill 24 Mar 2013 | 05:03 am
A prayer for gray ablutions early made with soapy green shoots of silky tease, some too tender for the frozen hardness that harrows brown in hard cheat spring. An early spring not messiah called - bor...
punctum caecum 23 Feb 2013 | 09:30 pm
Somewhere above long orange leaves that have lounged onto the black river to pretend autumn carp in playful sun where downy hints of swan lost white flutter crisping in a come winter wind, an explosi...
