Shortly I'll leave this house and all its things...
question
how long can a word be stretched before meaning...
County Fair
How many times has that toothless carny upthrottled the Octopus...
Cento
...and I wonder whether it might be a dream in the tall willows...
old night
old night old tumulus night old blanket night warm me...
as starlight
if asked tell them...
manifesto
that which we seek can never be tendered...
With Chardonnay
...the jelly sweet flesh melts there and swoons...
wintering
always remote the lilac blooms...
A brief and fragile thing
I know the slightest breeze will end this...