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Monday, February 13

beach wood

brown the beach cow
slumbers under frozen sand
evidence lingers on
shit disks that skip and sink

potent notables

the catfish was a farmer
now a fillet not a chamfer
some say happily ever after

bubbles and spits fire
over a green requiem in the corner
by the spic and expansive water


ducks

the lake is awash
with the waves of past flocks
the ducks come to squander feathers
lots of us watch
from shore and boats passing off

units of measure

a box is just a box
unless it has bread
in it in
which case
it is
metrolological
not to be confused with
meteorological
unless falling from the sky
was it

Wednesday, February 8

breakfast lunch dinner

cereal is the dinner
that delights
the savant

cereal is the concept
that preference
of food

cereal is the box
that opens
one way

cereal has a package
that punishes
the idiot

Monday, January 30

at the beach [friday visa vis saturday]

have hat
will travel
panther strikes level
seven fingers gavel
willful negligence
lawsuit follow
dollar daylight
twenty scholars
hard rock mahlers
solid marbles
martial seagull swallows
unions organic
organ keys natural
c# red apple
given such hastle
morning is asked
what more lasts
every day same
sun makes rain
comatose gasps
cormorant black
wet wings bat
water and all that

Thursday, January 26

crown of thorns

lewd grains and shooting pains
the slivver of chance
sends shivers of happenstance
the nerves of broken skin
open things , impartial ins
avenused for pathogens

GB 15-1

busted diatribes
allocated signs
limits and loads
bearings and modes
horses and smoke
power and yokes
grounds matter
teeth blather
punches skatter
yields after

Sunday, January 22

rebel held

the mountains are old
and the notions of so
are even degrees away
sit still hear the people speak
of racoons and what they eat

down here, around here, up here
               the racoon is immortal
                        unless on a fence

the induced flow off
loft trickles out sloughs
soft spots form the grit
for the tribology of intransigence

yes                    and no
appellation in name only

 

Saturday, January 21

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the wind is a tax
taking hundreds and thousands
left pockets flapping
or on the beach
tumbling dollar weed
to be picked up by a
sweaty tanned man
pot belly jetty
wading through waves
like a big fat rock with legs.
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