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Saturday, September 29

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

Monday, September 17

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


Thursday, September 13

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

Tuesday, September 11

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

Tuesday, September 4

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


Friday, August 31

round and round

though four but at least one
a wheel is not a number
the zero denominator
a shape of road hum
homily on the roll
some a torus
so much moves us
from vulcan to defacto

Sunday, August 26

damselflies

divinity in wings
red center ending
in light passing
winds at speed
spreading a web
even in cheating
partial differential
integral deference

Thursday, August 23

on par

the feet recon
with the rest of concern
the hands the eyes
the head that learns
with effort and effect
across the globe walks
in search of a ball
hit and hit and oft lost

Wednesday, August 22

summer as any

may be hot
may be cold

may be the temperature
of the tree
may be the temperance
of the bee

prone to call
honey a home
apt to find
sun in rain

the soft notes of night
bends of bows
ends of waves
some are made