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A rust-
A rust- colored four by four, at the end of the weathered planks of the fence or maybe wall I can see through the window, is bedecked by dusty spider- webs at intervals along its height; they vibrate, sag, and … Continue reading
the owl
Nylon mesh fence, neon orange. Daylight. An owl, yellow eyes wide, hopeless- ly tangled, dangling, twisted. Built for trees, silent flight, lightning strike. For this she can do nothing. This is what she does. Two big, yellow, staring eyes. Until … Continue reading
✿ over there
there’s a blue light over there in heaven there’s little Stevie too in his red shorts i could have made them blue
A bug, yeah, but a lady? Uh,
A bug, yeah, but a lady? Uh, don’t let yourself get fooled by names. That’s a walking painted fingernail, a cartoon come to life. A trusting soul that won’t sit still, and yet won’t fly away. An asker for something. … Continue reading
multiple metaphor
every morning i get up and surf—you saw it, just there, and now here i cut back but the wave is propelling me onward till here, i cut back, then race further along; call it slicing or falling, it’s messing … Continue reading
goal
every act calculated towards an end is an act of futility. i’m sorry. every act offered for the joy of acting, or failing that, for at least the chance to burn, to move, to feel something and not nothing—the … Continue reading
the cattails dance
the cattails dance with elegance in the wind no mistakes just endless variation together and separate, a thousand harmonies glad brotherhood rustle of silk best show anywhere want to embrace them all only leave when i have
✿ communication
I know I don’t speak for others. But no matter what else is going on, I can feel that, glancing up from where I’m writing— and I write every morning and what that means is I play every morning—all is … Continue reading
just another
morning, the shadow of a bird on the fence. the bird itself i presume on the roof, the sun behind it, behind me. singing i imagine. the fence itself, wooden weathered. dew drips from end of green canoe, overturned—an indecent … Continue reading
OK
Sign here on this mysterious document. You now will never be admired by the intelligentsia. They won’t even pay attention to you. You’ll be like a fly at the board meeting. The one they wave away as they open their … Continue reading
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