Now here we have our March in all its slimy splendor, when celedon sky’s tears rust tree debris runny red, when the sky’s iron fist conducts all greenry to reach out every tentacle claw o’er all, & rise, the leaves, the weeds, the vines & ivy, the brambles & inedible berries — when nature’s fetid […]
Accompanying music Kalter, regnerischer Morgen ~ verzicht auf cremigen Kaffee für bitteren Tee.
Accompanying music Il cielo marches in by 3 drips… While a lovely month like February gets left to die, its son, March, trudges on into the storm, an orphan child. It drinks up such harsh weather, knowing it needs it to grow green — Proof o’ the sad socialism o’ reality. Also leiht die Vereinigung […]
While a cold, heartless month like January gets to stuff its face with 31 whole days, ¿a lovely month like February only gets 28 — & maybe 29 when there’s an extra crumb? Proof o’ the cruel capitalism o’ reality. Bleak & cold gray morns warm my heart ~ month o’ love. Im Schatten des […]
Brisk morn ~ 1,000,000 smooth rocks. ¿How am I s’posed to touch them all?
( Note: due to internet outages, this poem comes 1 week after the event ). Accompanying music Sunday morn in peace ~ lone, pieces fall together. February snow. Sunday day in pieces ~ e’en the tree I’ve known fore’er falls dead. Not so silly anymo’ ~ a fir’s yellow scarf. Me dejaste aquí como un […]
Cosy sheets, cosy lamp, cosy clipped fingernails.
February morning frost ~ breathing smoke but… chimney smoke.
Sour smell o’ tomato soup & excess sodium… …in the wound.
Yellow February ~ the ‘lone stop where I read ’bout ants. E’en they aren’t here anymo’…
