take this for inst. This thing
has dimensionality, this thing
has heft but saying what the thing Continue reading
A red-whiskered bulbul and Eliot’s objective correlative
head back calling
in the bright evening
in the neighbour’s olive tree —
‘wee-whit-h-h-h-h-who’ , ‘wee-wee-h-h-h-h-twuk’. Continue reading
Comfort smells…(of cigarettes)
……….a warm fusty sentiment.
Amber lights diffused as if the room were on fire. Continue reading
Nonet – 2nd rain (inundation)
it’s
just like
you, always
way overboard. Continue reading
Nonet – first rain
the build up dream or allegory
weight of the air behind my eyes. Continue reading
Sonnet 18 with black holes.
The Golden Comb
Frank’s backed up. Continue reading
