9.06.2006
12.20.2005
flax oil and pomegranite juice
The puzzling is over.
The creation of circumstances surrounding a. bird w/ whortleberrys b. their date nibbling, c. the infernal pillaging of good bush.
Bird in the index of France.
The creation of circumstances surrounding a. bird w/ whortleberrys b. their date nibbling, c. the infernal pillaging of good bush.
Bird in the index of France.
9.27.2005
as for Georgia
as for Georgia
……the cats are in
………… little buckets they break
……… the bags they are in
………… they kill lizards pigeons
… lots of moths and beetles
. cicadas circa dove eggs
……… in the nest on the bull
… (ricotta) donned on the door
… they are in
……………………………… the elbows of trees
………………littered with lights, the RR goes
………………humph and ruurr, it
……asps and awns
……………………& flies fly off of and birds
………clip mesquite peas to scape
…………………… the cats that in
……………………………cur
……the cats are in
………… little buckets they break
……… the bags they are in
………… they kill lizards pigeons
… lots of moths and beetles
. cicadas circa dove eggs
……… in the nest on the bull
… (ricotta) donned on the door
… they are in
……………………………… the elbows of trees
………………littered with lights, the RR goes
………………humph and ruurr, it
……asps and awns
……………………& flies fly off of and birds
………clip mesquite peas to scape
…………………… the cats that in
……………………………cur
8.30.2005
The bats
under the bridge
in these small suits
the crevice
they nap in
the dark that feels very set up
or convenes
in the rafters
in these small suits
the crevice
they nap in
the dark that feels very set up
or convenes
in the rafters
7.08.2005
Pussyfooters
o right
where you are,
on the savannah or
behind a clobbering
of books. Or pussy-
footing a slick heap
of wet azeleas, a bee-
tle in your midst
where you are,
on the savannah or
behind a clobbering
of books. Or pussy-
footing a slick heap
of wet azeleas, a bee-
tle in your midst
7.01.2005
ode to the kiwi
Little dipper of sweet cream, you
are a bunch of spit-
on fur and your bird shoes
slap that.
I have scooped you up from your leaning
over, my tiny hopper.
I know they try you, et tu
fruit, but don't lie
to yourself, bird. Your big egg
is hard pressed
to find better cheeks than these, mine:
mine own bottom
of a-crumpling nests
are a bunch of spit-
on fur and your bird shoes
slap that.
I have scooped you up from your leaning
over, my tiny hopper.
I know they try you, et tu
fruit, but don't lie
to yourself, bird. Your big egg
is hard pressed
to find better cheeks than these, mine:
mine own bottom
of a-crumpling nests
