whiling away time
2/22/06 Starbucks High Ridge whiling away time Sam busy at Richie’s (bathroom) I read Ashbery’s Chinese Whispers a birthday gift from Ralph gives me a feeling a sensation like I’m an old disordered Victorian...
Category: Poems
miss writing
the humdrum hum the hip the hop the grant the grab the go of it
west 12th sonnet
architecture rain ballet umbrellas cluttered gutters fountains impromptu I bite my lip in the cruelty of the city although escorted failing wet sun strains through gray shade curtains common sidewalk slates blossom trashbags amputee...
as potatoes so poetry
no potatoes today not in the basket not on the plate we discussed pommes de terre after dinner but only in the most abstract sense as poetry so potatoes
imperfect violin
“In the haven of surrender the veins ride, ” veins sing, catgut rides my forearm symmetry surrenders to most flawed awkward screech haven I’m tired of InstaMuse. The syntax is too always the same....
plates wept
“in the kitchen of foreboding, the plates sweep” this questing kitchen floured with foreboding eggshells broken and hyacinths outraged swept forth on Sunday full of garlic and potatoes plates wept heavy crumbs dismayed by...
frogs strive
In the vessel of disorder the frogs strive, (My first line from the Instant Muse Poetry Generator) first spring peepers strive to mate? too late? no luck? loud racket in the woods last Monday...