#123410
_Me,
Standing
Underneath
A swamp cypress
******* at an orange while the rain falls
~
Tacky fingered and smelling of citrus
T-shirt front stained
Warm with juice,
I taste
You._
Dec 24, 2021
Dec 24, 2021 at 3:13 AM UTC
_Spin,
Mister
Fisherman,
Throw me a line;
A fluttering lure of burnished vowel chimes
Bait, braid and bailor - snap, swivel and fly;
Dub well your quill,
Hook me low,
Run me
High_
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 1:34 AM UTC
_Why,_
You ask,
_Use ten words
When two will do?_
‘Cos a pair is always eight words too few.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 9:19 PM UTC
I
tilted
my halo
at life, for kicks;
and life kicked back.
Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 1:41 AM UTC
_Grease
Wagon
Paper cups,
Hot chips and sauce;
Sticky fingers dip in for just one more..._
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC
_Up
At five,
Rummaging
For matching socks;
I meet my train, asymmetrically dressed._
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 1:34 AM UTC
_red
neon
rain spattered
pavements teeming;
one thousand prismatic shades of meaning
graffiti-laden puddles splish, splosh, splash;
as midnight turns
to blue, and
dawn to
ash_
Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 10:10 PM UTC
He
recites
poetry
before sunrise.
Belts out Broadway ballads as the dawn glows.
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC