poem: teeth of angora

teeth of angora
a forest explored
by a tongue caked and
iced up all white
every night

sketch: demon parade one

crude colour sketch of a fat, tongue-lolling demon with drooping eyes, drawn from the work of Kawanable Kyōsai

poem: rare samples, a treat for the tongue

rare samples, a treat for the tongue
sparkling bud by bud
crinkling paper attracting the cat
scratchy, erratic, questions Socratic
pulling apart all the answers

sketch: a trip to the dentist

crude mono sketch of a person's mouth, from within, with a skeptical dentist about to apply a strange tool to the wide-open mouth — crude mono sketch of a person’s mouth, from within, with a skeptical dentist about to apply a strange tool to the wide-open mouth

old-time country

Old-time country played through brand-new speakers
crackly already with dust from the sawmill uptown
Raccoons in the garbage and sleet in the gutter
backed up full of foliage vital and brown
They chitter and hiss to themselves
In a tongue they don’t own