The black kitten on my desks bookshelf
In my poetry meditation is small
Only as the poem
Undiscovered
And without
To push the book down
We will not
Only because you stranded me here

All the writing requests
Is simple socks
And travelling coffee's

Yet spectacles bets
Vetting my mystery netting

Tara took me to school
To find her bonnet

Tara Gendron and Kevin
Go to piano

Read Rupi

Rupi
Tic of knock
As sitting drop

In road tin say
Melting kettle lay

Hat and pat
Greatly treasure sap

Long in ago
Settle bets with go

Stepping Foot
The young limb
Clicks out of water
Grasping the dreary weather
Porcupine painful painting it's sun
The mirror of moon
Conquers the files sands
Landing in return of lust
Teaching the fawning shame
Wood plucking a feathers painting
The romance of wind and winter
Iceberg and seal
Feather behind harp
The foot eats the porcelain fingers
Building the painful yawn
Of concerts
The birds chirp invented from a voided life
Alone ousted without sound
Haunting of meaning


The flying fortress is found
To sound is sound and bound by ground
The harpsichord is hidden
In waters snap

I did this piece with Toni Cornell

My family has been inventing precious things porcelain for hundreds of years
I remembered to crop some painting for everyone