Thursday, March 31st, 2016
the curl of a tongue / specimens of subdued wrath
and lineage / water drips from the eaves; tomorrow is coming but slowly
we emerge / I don’t know what country this was / so much to hold
Archive for March, 2016
Wednesday, March 30th, 2016
My eyes are reddening
although the sun is reappearing –
what I can see may soon disappear
although what I hear is the more annoying – what people say, shield me from it all
Tuesday, March 29th, 2016
Now you’ve said all this
and written about all that
what do you think about all of it?
Monday, March 28th, 2016
My habit is always to not to do, so I lay here,
fiddling with words, unsure quite what it is I’m saying.
Sunday, March 27th, 2016
from a pinnacle, from a plateau, from a peaky Darren, from here to maternity,
puns are the lowest form of joke, I know who we are, nothing to be proud of here,
face the facts, confess all, wipe the slate clean
Saturday, March 26th, 2016
But here comes Norman, enter stage left to piano accompaniment,
Gladstone bag in one hand, a Filipino hostess in the other
hand and, in the other hand – oh no, that’s not a hand
it’s a matter of conjecture
Friday, March 25th, 2016
I didn’t write this before. And promise not to again.
But let me just say this: My 10 Greatest Moments: I think I am heading for #3
Thursday, March 24th, 2016
Tell me the news, how he did that and you did this and they want what and who is why. My celebration
has been cut short, definite reasons exist, explanations are forthcoming in due course, and headlines flirt
with the truth, such as it is.
