Three Lines More than the Subject Deserves, Plus a Title |
black marks posed in lines on a white fieldmake no sound and feel nothing and a man couldhuddle in their shadows for warmth and remain hid
Posted by on Mon, 16 Mar 2009 19:45:00 GMT |
One Hundred Forty-Three Words in Conference |
Shared language folds around us like a warm, soft wing, ourdisparate ideas including each other like airborne water crystals intoa bright cloud, our breath making sounds we can recognize,polysyllables...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Mar 2009 21:34:00 GMT |
Accidental Poem for Susie, Lyndsey, and Heather |
I remember. . . nothing that doesn't make a point in the story I make of my life.learning how to remember: the way today resembles yesterday, that I expect a meal right now because I had one right...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Mar 2009 21:29:00 GMT |
The Story of the Flat Earth Society |
Observe, see, experience ocularlyWhat restless panorama whirls aroundCentral eye, rhymed Y standing now for youAs waiter who serves by objective distanceRecording stance against apparent motion of eve...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Feb 2009 16:53:00 GMT |
Moment of Creation |
Backstage at his typewriter, Burroughs pauses.He can't assess his position. The future's eyesWon't fix him, and he needs a fix. A jingle rewindsItself around his neural cortex while he interrogatesR...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Feb 2009 21:38:00 GMT |
Poem on a Wednesday Afternoon |
Consider this cloth bagThe shape of, say, a human skullOn your office desk.Outside flowers callHey nonny hey nonny heyThrough spring-yellow airIn tones you can't hear.Consider this cloth bag stuffedWi...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Feb 2009 17:44:00 GMT |
The Prelude |
Like the inspiration's memory that sneaks out your mind's back door every morningWhat I wanted to in other words'Tis of thee sweet land of liberty of theeStart overA phrase walks into a sentence. ...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Dec 2008 19:19:00 GMT |
Readers Digest |
In terms of a menu, here's what'son it: gravy from dinner Sunday, bloodfrom a stone, tongue of bat, eye of newt,various naughty illustrations, a messof time. Or it's a metaphor describingan inex...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Nov 2008 16:32:00 GMT |
Egypt, a murmur |
back there & back inabstract relation again & backwhere static & basicstories & rhymesmade subjects & times& exemplary crimesback then & back updry stream & back oversp...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Oct 2008 15:16:00 GMT |
This |
The subject insists on itself. It resists. It isThe subject existing in a thimble-space of instance. MisinterpretedThe subject begins the new sentence. Grammar imprisonsThe sub...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Sep 2008 00:07:00 GMT |
