Friday, September 10, 2010
"Looking for the big spider..." / Two poems in SHAMPOO's next outing
Saturday, September 4, 2010
"I'm sorry , about Baseball"
Fooled, in threatening of placement, a form in
the rust, of refusal
from the vast plate these gods will not
flee, everything marched into
responds by shining, never entered twice
wreckage, mended elements into a
fabric, When you are careless it is
written down.
Kept to the earth in its consistent
mechanics, grew to fill the circle
Protection not defense, ease
filled me savage coterie being uncovered,
Every general plays
a piece of music his self, let this be
Accumulated smaller systems,
a collection be made of
everything, even space and leisure a
small bird might get into.