your eyes voluptuous,
the sweetness of your mouths,
of your grass-lined stomachs,... more »
Entering the cafe, I find J
crunching a molecular biscuit.
His weary girl lies under the deadly shadow of the pepperpot.
Desparately, I attempt to... more »
Here is a man
who doubts his hand.
Though he was quick to sit down
when the game called,... more »
In The Hops
A clock ticks out reluctant time,
dividing the impassive air,
pervading some fresh impulse that could show me where
here is now, or anywhere.... more »
In The Land Of Stones
Sometimes it seems
less sense remains in me
than a jellied eel, or a mute wedged tortoise
scrabbling the mountainous years away... more »
My body wearily sunk,
sustained by a nameless source,
suspended by slow breath
in the bathwater, brown-gleamed.... more »
What is is, isn't it?
What is is is.
Is is is what it is, it?
It is is is what it is, is what.... more »
Sunrise Bathes The Electric Sign.
Insatiable compulsion of mechanic need
blinks blindly in the timeless dawn;
displaced diurnal cycles wake to sleep,
time is a fabric ticking wan.... more »
The Fabulous Beast Of Marie Beatrice
Miss Marie Beatrice
owned a fabulous beast
each May she'd capture and saddle
and drive to the Fair.... more »
The Saga Of The Robot Bandits (Work In Progress) .
A creaking senior cyborg let me in,
greeting me with a mechanical grin.
I offered as a bribe two auxiliary knees
fashioned in nickel by the Nipponese;... more »
The Wooden King
Through the halls of the wooden king the owl drifts,
drops a hooting eye clutching at his dusty raiment.
Rips it away and in the basement
the baby wakes and rises up... more »
Time Is A Box Of Light
Time is a light box,
a basket of rain,
limbs from a star sprung,
the blood's spiral of forms again.... more »