blissflit May 28, 2009

 
pop a wheelie
coax frolic wreak
gravity patter
go hosts
dew
heaven
has a bottom
plink imbue
bolt
bifurcate
tapping out each pole
in a frenzy
of reach
posthumous
belltower wellflower
morning sun
memory swerve
porch swing
dripping
the next poem
Make me real
so that I may
destroy you
chrysalis hubris hawk saw dirge
we’re edible
constructs
waking

farts May 17, 2009

bark stars

to weed the ponies May 17, 2009

in their holsters
every fiend
grows a little moat