sketch: all wrapped up
works
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
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
