lunch haiku
ancient September* soon break your blue sky bowl and spill fog memories *phrase from Frank O’Hara’s “Naphtha”
ancient September* soon break your blue sky bowl and spill fog memories *phrase from Frank O’Hara’s “Naphtha”
pale shallow pale shallow swallow thin vapor thin vapor strider still still stale still stale stall stone pale yellow pale yellow hollow the argument
poems pommes poem apples
sky of au tumn light fall ling like an aw ful pearl
“Descriptions of Imaginary Poetries” with illustrations (poor realization) foliage in sun petals flight image of the dead object made of night overwhelmed by red smokelight hand stigmata toes hand sambuca o my u my...
water come high hell
eternal rules eternal pleas eternity pales eternity please