Archive for December, 2015

Monday, December 21st, 2015


while on the farms the machinery comes and goes
and we have forgotten the days when the fields
were full of people; indeed, we have probably
also forgotten the people:

Sunday, December 20th, 2015


“all the medley of the world
and the ordered conjunction of opposites”

Saturday, December 19th, 2015


If you’re lonely go to Ye Olde Opium Couch
It’s kind of like a country sing-song club
People from the North have a different way of being
One of their sons is going to be a married woman

Friday, December 18th, 2015


What was that? A bug? Someone crept in. Let’s experiment with sound. All the microphones are turned out. Place your head underneath the pillow. All following sounds (tones) may be shelved.

Thursday, December 17th, 2015


Climbed the side of the tower.
Touched the lining of a cloud.
Smelled the hem of an angel’s robe.

Wednesday, December 16th, 2015


My sitting room is me.
All the pets are sleeping.
The air is fragranced with jasmine.
Who knows what tomorrow holds?

Tuesday, December 15th, 2015


Here come the drums. Followed by
posturing. It’s only an experiment
but it’s an appetite on show.
I always wanted to have that desire.

Monday, December 14th, 2015


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Sunday, December 13th, 2015


I never know when to stop. Perhaps I should
stop when I am finished, like a work
of art. But I never know when I am a work.
A piece of. And so I stumble. And as
I stumble I show once again my delightful
side. Here is my back. You may kiss it.

Saturday, December 12th, 2015


I am a delight. I smell of primrose,
talk the walk, and also I’m pretty good
in bed. Sleeping comes naturally
to me. I have the emotions of a poet
and the poetical talent of an hysterical
somebody. But you might dread my howls.