poem: isolated imagery

isolated imagery
conjured, culled, and sharpened
amping up the factory
tuning up the harp and
keep on harping (pardon me)
twist and test for charity

sketch: a good fifth

crude mono trace and sketch of a nude female figure draped in cloth

poem: motorbike like Geiger counter drowned in radiation

motorbike like Geiger counter drowned in radiation
big mixed up dinner of many inclusions,
lunches and leftovers served up as one
houses bulging, overinflated
heron’s beak like an HB pencil

poem: stumbling ’round for a reason to be

stumbling ’round for a reason to be
my wobbly ankle abhors gravity
racing the clock, the pacing a block
drifting away from the culture we talk

slurping up junk good and publishers’ pudding
dreaming of doing those drugs that I shouldn’t
float away, wrapped in the night’s cool embrace
please tell me true: is there egg on my face?

sketch: no fan of the project

crude mono trace of a nude female figure holding onto some ropes, facing away from the viewer

sketch: a little too much chaos

crude mono trace of a young boy doing some kind of ecstatic flip