Friday, September 12, 2014

Post Hoc

The only one with
sense of humor worth
recruiting and retaining
takes such heavy
doses of prescription pellets
her reality needs 
a crane to get some places
she saves up gumption
at the point of feeling revved enough
she calls and says
her former husband her supplier
lives on instinct and peculiarity
she hears him dither 
disembark and drain the neighbors
while she majors in 
divinity of outliers 
who claim they pray


He followed her

Toothpick legs
beneath good

A small mis-

went like this
who are you
talking to

that statue
out of bounds
whose cold caffeine

Hyp Not Ic

If some
thing happens
leave me
out of it

Narration equals
threads going
every which

I prefer
a quiet house
the air programmed
to go on
off again

So I am
thoughtless can repeat
this even
sing sometimes

Qua Si

Everything sounded alikely exclusive
things only
counted when you met

(One is apt
to fluster
amid aptitude)

Little bells collapse
popular silence

Perturbable sleep
coats reputation
of this city
with a warp of dowd

Now and again
words postulate
seasonal abscess

Sunday, September 7, 2014


Anonymity infects
the braid of dulcet
feuding and removal
from a sentence,

from a cul-de-sac, a sense
of humor, the pacific
with a surface team
you have to like,

just as the celebrant
agrees to speak,
the congregations (plural)
a mere field test of success.


A bubble completes what
it absorbs, and thus
a history trines
observation and desire.

A vessel captions the whole
science of experience
in footage we pretend
guides us to our destiny.

As a pen pal, you have been
attuned as much
as marvelous, by which I mean
my life is more robust than

even flute performance.
Money tips on the side of knowing,
not accumulation, although
one must consume both liquid and crumbs.