north country

the land of apples
crisp as the sun sparkles
on the wings of dragons
how certain angles
how the light breeze handles
the streams of air

open class

the seal surfaced
wearing shades
that fell off a face
a month or hat ago

this was the cool seal
pleasing the circus crowds crowding the beach
playing a duet with a string quartet
slapping that double bass around
like it was a bad idea

at that point, it was a bad idea
a bad idea to mess with this seal
definitely packing concealed carry permits
and crustacious bandits
without badges

gravity takes hold

its 9 am
the morning

I am on the floor feeling the carpet
why am I on the rough carpet
when the soft one is just a room 
away or another room with a desk
and chair
or table and glasses of water
is not far either.

sometimes convenience
is a matter of the gravest brevity

team supercool v biblins (round one): frogmonster live

vowels chasing consonants after the subject
an introduction to the last end
in this end a road hangs into the dusty frame
through perfectly dovetailed dessert mountains
jointed pallisades buttressed lemonades the sun fades
from creamsicle orange to playground poo
softer yet than the itch of a poison ivy shoe.
harder than talc, quicker than a gurthy advent candle
with more guile than the first leaves of grass in springtime
lighter than this metal heart, sweeter than a bitter herb
sumac swatched on the back now withdrawn
with stacky sap been slighted indigent bees alighted
prodigous, profane, apologetic to an extent
just here for a good time

the view from the other porch

the visciousness of rain in september
a blood shower written on white
part of each drip splits
a rim of fire
brass clasping on
oxygen or others
lamp light fighters
bugs loathe to fly
instead of which die

cormorant wind

my browned skin
border lined
now burnt
bearing the bluff
of sun concentrate
molten metal
copper toned tough

inks

we all have one too
sentences cents lint
pockets full of venison
heart scented mints

on earth one more time

the hand that feeds
these weak peas
rolling aimless and
well clothed even through
never hearing of a
starched collar
is last in line
to pick up the principle
martian of life.

judgement day

a whole church
of the earth I make
every stone and
stick a prophet
and placed in my
pocket makes
me a rich man
unsordid and
bronze.
for the reason of sunshine
I bear arms and
take a nap so that
later I'll be
still greater
than before

findings part deuz

watch a terrain
full a pulled
logarithmic advance
up the hectare
wellesley is but wasteland
by yourself there
with a friend
and wet pants

findings

the merchant is a slop
a climatologist, ancient,
in taste; effervescent
in loss
of words, tottalitarianistic,
holly berry, in touch,
and sum shine explosion of hatless brims
cool wicks sag to times
increasing non linearity
put out eyes
stair unfamiliarily

to whom it may concern

The phantasms of an ignored day

have reappeared today.

worst yet, 

no significant solution avails.

Preaching is at its worst, 

too.

Similarly, 

every animal comes, quite curious, 

with that hungry

look in eye, suspecting 

that rummaging around in 

the heap of hot burning refuse will pay off with a meal.