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Sunday, April 27, 2014

experim e



experim       e


the     re
dr      ive
all      ure
star    e
str      ing
bol     d
the     ater

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

cpstn



cpstn

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dormevnoo ocmeoogk corjoela gididkal fiela
dox enneo theicmmeo annidem voe
veeo viemg hheoamn diem lws telll
thrparntr bu thhyyknw
bdiemmk aqpek``m cigmem bmoeo
coeoo vmme oo ahiiel biii. biie mm
ahhwrrrrrckckckaiuhhhgrrnkshppt



Monday, April 21, 2014

rinse



rinse


rinse curve vase chip water
draw it along dust fence
and crack wa-da-da wa-da-da
slat echo till sundown heavy globe
bing bing streetlight spoke tensing
orange green leaves trail slush red
white incandescent flash missing spring
ball limbs and hare whisk you plunging wave
start last year? a line upstream translational
cup over yeah he’s the real golden guy
batter! and just hangs like

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

rose



rose

contour drawing before winter’s early
dusk paper too thin wrong ink-hogging
nib earthward curved cradling petals
black-red shadows of rose green leaf
in less than an hour it will be what
we call sunset possibly golden where
then the white-rendered shine of
the cut glass triangles in the vase
curve and point of the darkening leaves

Thursday, April 10, 2014

chickens--field



chickens—field


speckled fowl range over green
baize grass shards strewn glinting
white field leans stretched
now asphalt challenges yellow
bright yellow white almost
drops in air outward wrench
blue rooster ranges in orange red
tensor bloom outward besides
stipple rusts along dry
blue rooster—white chickens
speckled red hen—black rooster
gray hen orange chickens green field

  (first draft before 11 January 2009)


Sunday, April 6, 2014

hoop



hoop


like thin wire circle arc line
as calder if not
cage—moon horizons
downtown boom unlace boom lace
hoop intangibly off paper
off tables—lines
rather obsess than solve


 (first draft before 11 Jannuary 2009)

Friday, April 4, 2014

ocean



ocean

stickseed waves rush blue
water—green, yellow, red shouts
across a strand pitch


Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Treasure



Treasure


Jack o’ Hearts past the barrow, quiet,
never running. He slips faithless
to the lock, the boarded gate.

Ulysses, in another Alexandrian rag,
mere Jack of parodic icon would
have sailed in, swift—half

broken but bandied swift to the full trumped hoard.



(written around 31 October 2007)