Saw outside a lonely time shadow firs are teasing me breezily. Their scents make pine every time all kinds, seasoning. Under skies as pure as opal, bright night dimmed by grim surroundings, worse by wind, won’t hush, but yodels. Houses still for nature’s crowning. For my birthday, I would like tons of air a year […]
Accompanying music Sweet or spicy, ¿who can scent brimstone watercolor flooding buckets brimmed of pavement meant bent below the toes of bloody skullcap shrooms in dusty noon — { guess I best bring out the broom } — tombs so late & all so soon, cheering chilly autumn gloom? Colored gray won’t keep me sober; […]
Accompanying music Only in the night do I feel full, where the darkness cuts the light stark clear. Sparked awake by th’sugar treats: jangling, cooing, thumping melodies. * * * Accompanying music But then the moon must always fall, revealing all the messiness. Warped from the ghost with th’world on strings to choke on millions […]
Autumn’s winter pale ne’er pales rosy left ‘hind loneliness abstract concrete chalky tales footprint-stained sprained bony limbs. Autumn’s summer golden blades shining right through company grassy seas of brighter days squirrel away all somethings green.
Green-glowing leaves, tanned brown by angry suns isn’t what I’m writing ’bout. How scarlet peckers’ needle beats thy drum. They can’t; they don’t exist. Neither dost “thou.” ¿& all those tardy sunset conflagrations? are nothing but your wild imagination. No, no, no… I’ll tell you what it’s all ’bout, I'll tell you what it's all […]
A purple too minty to snatch, so always it’s fading to black; & all your strong crescent-shaped curves are melted to coffee-desk burns. & the firs disperse… I tried every setting, but none would work: neither higher exposure, nor color enhancements. ¿So what resource will for once offer closure? “Photo-taking poser…” & look, I did […]
In my attempts to shelter rain, the sun still sneaks inside through blind spots, stretching stark nights wide awake & making mornings gorgeous vine clots. (Thanks.) O, ¿will I miss another bus on sidewalks paved with flashing chills? Why, yes, I will—all because o’ the sun, who never has to pay the bills. (What a […]
with the scent o’ berries, too; smudged on smoky sidewalk chalk. Chalk it up to moonlit blues, choking me up harshly soft. Chatter dead is better than dead silence wand’ring wolfen streets on urban hills that never bend & shatters into icy neon. Moonlight full o’ foggy capes, follow me through thin-black japes’ scarecrow boughs […]
Note: I was going to “celebrate” Marxmas by posting an article wherein I shit on Marxism & it’s stupid “Dictatorship of the Proletariat” bullshit, ’cause, as predicted, 2015 was a bad year, & that’s what you do on years without a warm future. But I’m sick to death o’ politics (& don’t have the time […]
Accompanying music. Light that leads me through the blizzard, white in flakes, such snuggled blankets. Tangy sugar never withers, though this season never bakes it, only baked so long ago, you remind me o’ soft bread, warm tan crescents made o’ snow. Noses itch in strong, fresh scents. Red lights warn you: stop & breathe, […]
