again not liking how close these people to me stand in line. Have to quit this pattern. But […]
Poems
Retaliate against my own galleys’ plate. Speak my own street, isolate in sleets. My reach, only to open […]
Colder. Better writing. More bonhomous than usual. Must be the espresso. Repelling all sour vibe in stride. Thinking […]
Water kissing shell. Think– Coffee. All the writer can think about. Free, no poetry prison. But I’d rather […]
Only 54 minutes left in poetry prison. Deciding if I want to leave or not. In glass, ’07 […]
Tremors in the nimbus, I don’t run– Lessons held, I’m sure I will B shunned. Ever to beach, […]
Pictures, of Little Kerouac, back in hands mine. Now, able to write freely, well as live. Time left […]
Disappear for some where’s outed mess. How to do so, singularly, not sure. 28 Hours left in this […]
Items invade. Not theory. Clouds With folded grumble. Clean slate, at dreams’ gate. Finally, free Skate. Investigate bindings […]
The sitting, mandatory like headlights on an abandoned road. Laugh when the Man implodes. 72 hours of verse. […]