octogan_bears

select, amperes, disjointed feather
stones, lungs of future fish
forced to leave the fresh pressure
a million cubes of brass moon relief.
There is where I want
to bring down and crack
in half to get the riches
inside in case
cheeses are soft lore and old cheese is honey
from hard to get gold bees

Thermo-refractive noise in gravitational wave antennae

two words for you
: the title is rather misleading as to what this is actually about.
maybe you thought it was about something neat.
maybe you thought it was about gravity
or sandwiches.
No, the truth is none of those situations.
Rather, it is about nothing like that.
I'll leave it for you to figure out what its about.

ohm_laws

the staggering near
sighted old man clutching
at the two halfs of an unmittigating
corral, I dont care for.
the grimace and fishbreath
fingerling in an all too aparently not automobile,
, I dont. care. for. No, not even that,
is that I dont consider. Take it all back,
roll it up and digest it under the pressure
of an magnetic planet.

instead, see that mid air gobbling seagull,
competing with ohm, listening to roaring perfumes
and clangor and jilting and buffered canteloupes and other things that are not nearly
as great or necessary as mid air gobbling
.

and come to think of it, I have never seen a turkey gobble.

I have seen , though, a sea gull
gobble in midair.

dead_on_the_trail

last night an eternal dark
coat chased the fall red
son of deer down
that coyote sky bristles
with uncountable glint
tips erupting aurora
borealis yowls and milky lips
curl around one yellow
protrusion moonish fang
behind the ears threes song
warbles and dissapears
ridges and swamps to prance
where canters cant canvass

flower_in_may

lopside numbers on spindles
so bare of grease
on bare legs eased
set to peas porridge hot
please partridge cold in the pear tree
at christmas time,
you'll be mine
yuletide
moontide
seaside rides
the waves
they never stop
they never start
what if they art
thy part?