July 22, 2014

July 22, 2014 § 2 Comments


the quiet guy with

the books goes inside and

yells at himself


where are they?

the moon the crow

that belongs to this sound


men who dress

as skeletons we take

them for our fathers



little black beetles become the broccoli



the green egg is really green



the cats agree

rabbits act differently

than cats


pressure from

the nozzle the hose

doesn’t know it’s off




on the spectrum

July 19, 2014 § Leave a comment


the fence is the gaps

between slats let’s

forget our manners




July 17, 2014 § Leave a comment


twin mist lit

meet she briefly

I never the Sun



heat wave

July 16, 2014 § Leave a comment


in the curve in

the glass the sliding

bubble stops




July 10, 2014 § Leave a comment


he asks if bananas used to be tarantulas




July 8, 2014 § Leave a comment


deep in the river a tiny moth leaves my head



July 7, 2014 § Leave a comment


lost in thought

I become covered

in flies


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