visions_versions_spoons

talk turns to cats
thats a fact
big ones bad some
others pretending to know
how the world ends

one or no less

in chromatic steps
expect that breath
to take and hold
eyes closed ears old
teeth set in broken bones
back alley thrones
the king of those
still

 

visions_versions_929

let the house cool
all september waiting
to wake to frost
curled under wool
hardly crickets soft

chitown_9

indices in september
let the sun go on
reducing the locus which
for the iris resides
looking in farther
it seems to go with
the west ice cream sandwich
to both melt in static
staff lines prodigious
howling and warning of rats
all ways just enough
time time time

fleurs

a study in contrast
the black eye susan
the golden rod
with the same stalks
the breeze bobs
different yolks

deep summer green
all the difference it seems
leafs left waiting for sun
over the horizon
scudding low into late
arms adsorbent stretch
out to put another ring
on around time

visions_versions_s999

doffed as ducks in drops

often as must is never enough

from the coffee cups

to the orbits

of tomatos around tongue

and again after

the red sky has done

bed a canoe

these sheets include
spider eight legs fast and
accessory hardware
webs and dead bugs
blood spots and small rocks
available without too
but that costs lots