astronaut

April 30, 2016 § Leave a comment

 

there’s just one

body and it happens

to be yours

 

 

PETER YOVU from Imago

April 27, 2016 § Leave a comment

For Beauty I Wept Butterfly Pins

 

 

a small bird’s

thud against the glass

 

my house

closing in

 

 

spiraling

into an ear’s

galaxy

the wren’s inch

 

 

grackles gather

the enamel sound their beaks make

 

in my mouth

 

 

in a cave

 

the remains

of tiny toads

 

the little bones

in my ears

 

ring

 

 

jagged sky

above the canyon

 

a crack in the egg

 

 

the sky’s blue gong an orange in my hand

 

 

 

Ornithopter Press 2016

http://www.ornithopterpress.com/

 

gathering

April 23, 2016 § Leave a comment

 

the preponderance

of my groceries

blue and brown

 

 

 

haiku

April 13, 2016 § Leave a comment

 

#345

 

underwear:

long/division

architecture, or so

 

from A Hundred Years of English

 

 

untitled

April 9, 2016 § Leave a comment

the crow says my oeuvre weighs a ton

 

 

three haiku

April 5, 2016 § Leave a comment

 

ants in the white

gob pushed out by

the tube in the heat

 

the crow on the hedge

a shovel someone left

leaning in the rain

 

the white cord of

the coffee grinder hangs from

the shut cabinet door

 

 

 

CROW

April 1, 2016 § Leave a comment

SCHEME TO SCREW YOU

 

 

rather big for a crow distant woman in the snow

 

his pupil says he’s a raven the crow

 

thunderbird he consumes the crow

 

a little pussy under lace candy for the crow

 

women whose name ends in “y” by the crow

 

the crow is an arbitrarily actualizing hologram

 

the crow his wife her spectacular mounds

 

the crow can’t make his feathers look right

 

the crow thought he was a one man show

 

takes the sex princess to the fuck ball the crow

 

the crow says a view master jack off

 

a note to bring peanuts to the crow

 

the crow ponders the state of bears

 

the crow gives away all his buttons

 

the crow he’s the enormous radio

 

chickens cat shit dishes the crow

 

post cards from his heart attack the crow

 

the crow he’s just waiting for Cindy Sherman

 

your birthday on Desolation Row the crow

 

the crow will never go to Moab, Utah

 

the crow his super power under tow

 

that summer with the wasps the crow

 

the raven and the mermaid don’t tell them so

 

his scheme to screw you the crow

 

the crow thinks he’s the chemist

 

the crow thinks he’s the bomb

 

the crow’s taking calls you know

 

even later the crow

 

 

 

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