Monthly Archives: July 2015
How many flowers have stars in the middle?
I have a collection
of cool explosions,
rocketfire dust in a bottle of blue
Two feet and eighty years apart
Metanoia
Where are you? Where are you?
Where are you? Where are you?
From the train
Delicious horrifics
(I’m naming names. There’s no
other way to get a conviction.)
I went from sunshine to a purple forest.
To loves undeep and loves untrue.
A chilly destiny!
Ruined digits, waxy eye,
leafy stone, milky thigh –
Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Sue –
violent loves in a violet
violet hue
Yes, this is that road
The funny thing (who’s laughing?)
is how many wrong turns it takes
(and in the right order)
to weep the same way every time
Many a man’s determination
God wants to get involved
And tip my bushel
basket again