Wednesday, April 30, 2014


    it's a very very average prison  //
  horrible looking things machines //
lit yellow-greens obeying  the
                        'code of bees'  //
                             
  

Tuesday, April 29, 2014


only this chilled fog
                             for a room]
 only the knocking
                              of tin boats]
 

Saturday, April 26, 2014

I'll fall between your legs and love
 and love you........you
  create the snow-blindness
 

Wednesday, April 23, 2014


I am a machine.
 I smell your purple brush.
  I am bereaved.

Friday, April 18, 2014


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





                                  

Tuesday, April 15, 2014


I know what waves are for
 these are waves at war.
I am a blinking yellow coil
 in the ship's machinery.
I know about machines
 they memorize and spit
                                         out themes.

Monday, April 14, 2014


       in such a way
   ten thousand sand eels
turn about

Friday, April 11, 2014


\\  someone left the gate open  //
           a little horse flew
       wildest urgent creature
\\ between the vault of my ribs //
 

Thursday, April 10, 2014


conspikuous phingering

  the root symptom
                                     I am not free!
  of fragmentalism
                                      I am not free!
  the opposition of
   wide green leaves
     and white-washed walls

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Give me a tool,
Tell me about the land,
What will happen...
And, please, comfort me.

Carolina Wren
waking up
the tea kettle

Saturday, April 5, 2014

SnarZ


       but art is in jail

yes, but a man is tripping on
  his wife's can of peaches

      it's a thicket, Marilyn

Friday, April 4, 2014



the purse is a wild orange.
there are spinal taps and
battles in the mountains.
an organism approaches the
drying of stone cranes.