mundane cataclysms
I’ve wished, at times, to’ve lost half I’ve chased…
Category: poetry
khazad-dûm
My heart’s an ant-farm…
forty winks
When in hell, you gotta do what a hellion does…
wild things
Turned backs are for backwards thinking…
shapes in the clouds
A thought-I-saw…
breaking fast
Before the crow, before the dun dust begins to stir…
throwback: lofty guess
Perhaps I’m nothing more…
young money
Hubris always has an opportunity cost…
da Vincian Frame
Four-seconds twice ain’t just a look…
from unstaffed silence
To hold a naked note at your trembling waist…
panhandle scratch
I say look for it better…
sagittarius a*
What pretentious ceremony I make…
home alone
It’s sleep-stealingly unquiet in here.
monkeyshine
Be my spoke-wrench; my monkeyshine; my beautiful, neurotic, stupefying strife…
not dostoevsky’s problem
Dismissed for impatient wishes…
however our waking goes
If even fruit-looped and burnt-toast then…
yellow grass
A feeble redemption of Dickinson.
most-wantedly
More-than-us flows…
wasn’t that fun?
A funnel of suspect rust-nutted bolts…
lost shoes
“Run for your life!” as some scream through it…
clôture de jardin
I’d wish myself worthy, were that pearly not so high
forget-me-knots
For between us there is just dust to water…
throwback: 2000: encomium
And for the golden-most…
cirque d’aigre-doux
For the pantomime sighs and joker-rouge smile…
sushi and the sensei
But, lovey, if you’re quick…
morton’s fork
Murphy’s less fatalistic cousin.
throwback: 2000: bravest beauty
All that is green must in time grow old.
