Thinking of the poetry of Issa and Basho, Kikaku, Buson et al.
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Under thousand-foot raindrops, a memory. Swum thru burnt stone. The undeniability of ice having memory. Water on the brain
If I stretch my imagination, how far will I be from your future importance? Unravel my life, distant quote. Take me staring
Wind blew roughly through, knocking brass bells from silence. Then placing them back.
CLOUDLET and THUNDERLING cloud mountains parenthesize the west– blended sky. Thunderling
This morning our boat nudged anoth… & again the animals expectantly li… * Weather curls over the sea like lu… Children cough more. Family sick…
I have found that I cannot sneak up on words— they sense my presence, my hovering, my breath.
TAMPA BANANA DOCKS I have a taste for ones gone sweet… to tug back their bitter sheaths in thick flower tongues. The sea-freighters dock
It begins without your permission: the stench, and your newly grown tail. Under emphysema skies, ravens. Behind you, bees on fire. Venom is on the move. A gargoyle asks a priest what it...
While dreaming, we are all at leas… —Ralph Gibson To control your double while dream… yank the spigot of the clock wide… Swim through the sunken chimney
I sabotage my fake dream tonight. Full of help no one wants, writing this during the intermission of my… I feel the pollen deep within me f… Outsinging a hymn from an inner go…
SILVERFISH One hairy perfume from the venom coma of Morticia Addams’s vulva.