Thursday, September 29, 2016


              mad with rust  camellias in bloom

Monday, September 26, 2016

           shape a place for gardens
              extend the long road
           for blind graceful persons
                  are approaching

Saturday, September 24, 2016

           the tide gone
             out I.
                left behind

Friday, September 23, 2016

         peeling from the phenomenal world the hand of the last bit

Tuesday, September 20, 2016


             I am shaking and
             from a homeless wave
             and from dissolving
                                              in my orange suit

Monday, September 19, 2016

          and approached
            two eyes
                  at the cake-shop window
          always orange
                     always hungry

Sunday, September 18, 2016

    give me a tool  tell me about the land  what will happen 

                     in such a way ten thousand sand eels turn about

Friday, September 16, 2016

it smells evening's oils,  the dots and dashes of a soft blue horse

Thursday, September 15, 2016


           only this chill-
           ed fog for a room,
           knock of tin boats