leaves on tongue, effective tea
taste and texture all at once
jasmine colour, summer heat
matching up most beautifully
practice pathos, sitting there,
I’m not going anywhere
Tag: tongue
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

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

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