Thursday, December 24, 2009

God make me a glass
splinter in the eye of all
contempt everywhere

Thursday, December 17, 2009


Sweet William, gone
grey-green with stall-out
bile pooling, cache

Full complement
of shoe-lasts, trifled with

Quaint trumpery, stirrup

Welter-whelp, laudanum-
stupendous balk

A teensy, shrill-magenta
aria looping between the
eighth and ninth millimeter

More and more
I've learned to let
evaporation do
the work for me.

Our cloven epos---"having 4 melody strings
& 17 sympathy strings"---face-plants.

(Thanks, sister,
for those red
silicone tongs, they
pinch beautifully.)

If outgoes succeed reined-in storm-outs.

Snake-oil of samothrace salve in bulk.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

How much cold
does it take for

city-pigeons to
freeze to death

or can they wea-
ther it, no matter
Would that we
knew some else

to do with such
shows of aggrie-

ved endurance
such august ef-

forts at keeping
going or staying

put: admirable
pitiable, un-sto-

mach-able, nil

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Thursday, December 3, 2009

We'll stop
you to handle
new phases of
ennui if
you ever pull
a stunt like
that again