Monday, December 17, 2018

Just a Barbarian

to this
for that


first from 
to a

our assembly
sing praises
go to the 
five-year period

bless  the
Little Greetings
to ourselves 
the light has

risen found

Sunday, December 16, 2018

Returning the Lauded

chapter April
how are you?

at dinner
make a song

chapter April
defers returning

praise praise the

Queen’s land’s court

Until You Actually Sit D Own

answer the questions
and you go back

you look at the papers
and you look at ...

you're not going to
know what happened

Friday, December 14, 2018

USA Apologizes to Other Contestants

caretaker of endocrine
thought yogi thought. 
animal town has
become the worst. Period
year is for our Town 
and nothing else. a
poem is no more than
merchandise lifted from
the dollar store,
lifted, lifted,

Thursday, December 13, 2018

Anywhere Words Are

Just a text
wind prairie
where you expect
plume versions
and the
rote of flight
as wind
In words

Monday, December 10, 2018

Roam with a View

audit or
that the
deluge idea
rides the
price of a
little space     a
little time to
these people and
android for a
bit more
in the


Sunday, December 9, 2018

Chestnuts from the Old Toboggan

A poem has never been exact.
A poem has never looked up to.
A poem has never been without.
Many poems stream across turnpikes.
Some poems seem like direction.
Some directions seem like poems.
Most poems leave for a while.
Other poems litter.
Some poems fill time.
Little poems fill time.
Big poems fill time.
All poems edit time.
An inside poem is always outside.
A poem might taste indifferent.
A poem doesn’t matter.

A poem isn’t you.