Meditation Under the Ash Berry Tree
i am a shape that can but eat and turd —e. e. cummings To Rod Moody-Corbett When you have finally gathered your thoughts into folios, Inebriated enough for your detachment to perform field dressage You...
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To Rod Moody-Corbett On Saturdays the grass is mown Around the world at every home. The men pour in the gasoline And start the roar of their machines And work the razor and the comb. Time does...
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as I exit the room I turn off the sun the elk falls and falls like the glass that fills without cease the man of letters watches a carp ascend a waterfall...
View ArticleLines Composed in Victoria Harbour,On Seeing the Feet of James Cook. July 2,...
i wonder how long it took all the thoughts similar to all these simmering thoughts in all these hot heads to come to a boil and then overboil and run and i wonder what is yet to come
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Inspired by Michaela Hutfles i have strewn this town with women fragments of flailing limned disjointed notes cicatrix sold by the pound the flat corpse of a moulder'd hare flies over the fence the...
View ArticleCappelbaum Takes the Voight-Kampff
Inspired by Jessica Moritz Cappelbaum takes the trash to the curb letters inserted between brown coffee filters and photographs henceforth sorrow shall mean soupspoon cattail shall mean perjury table...
View ArticleFound Poem XVII or Sorpresa Encontrada
He was surprised to find no one at home. She was surprised to find a river. He was surprised that his knuckles seemed to suffer more than his wife's face. She was surprised to see Ophelia standing...
View Articleship of _heseus
Inspired by Chris Lisica repairing a wall involves art i do not have every action is simple in theory i think as i observe the anatomy of the screw the drive to the head the shank the angled threads'...
View Articlepicking blackberries at the back of the property line
Inspired by MJ the film roll returns to me blank I take the backstreets to avoid the cruel world the grass grows unruly its countenance an untranslated rune no matter they name streets after that...
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To Rod Moody-Corbett as child of tender age Cappelbaum oft made a point of wiping excrement upon the bathroom towel and now he clings to sleep like a drowning man...
View ArticleFound Poem XVIII or Dear Jon I
I am the grand canyon I am not at the grand canyon or visiting it I am a great rift twixt mount and god have you looked at the dog there's a dog out there his name is exegesis h johnson he loves books...
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To Paul when i first fell in love with you a decade and a half ago it was a manic day spent looking for the golden gate a comedy of errors and of laughs (we'd still used maps you drove and I had coffee...
View ArticleFound Poem XIX or Dear Jon II
happy thanksgiving thing makes no sense the best friend turns into a chest of drawers the snow falls like men the nightingale sings exclusively you name the essential thing i never flounder nor fear...
View ArticleThe Facts of Life
To Paul I have no stallion in this race But, if I did, it would be dead, For there's no air in space.
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the rain knows the best time to fall roger takes his stubby cock and puts it in your mouth I turn the handle and go out then wake the old man explains as they...
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