Risen! Is it?
slob dons long john-johns chthonic dressing gown crumbles down below (Harken! The Bells) truffle waffle kerfuffle muffled chronic iconic gin & tonic how ironic!
slob dons long john-johns chthonic dressing gown crumbles down below (Harken! The Bells) truffle waffle kerfuffle muffled chronic iconic gin & tonic how ironic!
History is a nightmare
forget to learn it
Put in your pocket
Retrieve in one hundred years
if you remember that is
Have a real good laugh & cry
observe this shadow,
up there before me,
chasing my shadow,
shadow chase me,
hide me a shadow,
inside a shadow,
shadow in me
when he said to you
whomsoever you may be
feeling nothing much
staring into spaces
resembling going spare rooms
set aside for punishment &
broken suitcases

Blood sun sets radish
Lurid twilight underworld
Soft Saharan soot
Seville’s soft underbelly
exposes violent fruit
Plaintive chants roam earth
Echoing cruel reveries

starling minus star
german minus car
homuncular mamba
quinquireme nirvana
trireme quillabamba
lamb passanda
calls Miranda
crazed veranda

Sleeping on the ceiling
everso revealing.
Staring at the flooring
everso absorbing
hiding in the attic
often problematic
being comi-tragic
really undramatic…
Poem posted, home alone, drinks at three
with Little Me
and my charming, closest, confidantes
Myself and I