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

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


                     in such a way ten thousand sand eels turn about
                               
                                           

Thursday, September 15, 2016

  


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

Sunday, September 11, 2016



            Lovers,
              your rouge..
                 dawn fisherman   

Thursday, September 8, 2016

  

           Azulejo barks Zenith
               by your left elbow
                   with the flying fish

Monday, September 5, 2016

moon-viewing



                    &
                       with
                            elevators
                    &
                       pants
                    &
                       more
                        pants
                    &
                        a
                         lot
                          more
                           howling