Saturday, February 20, 2010

bail since
all fragranced
riddles seaward

how silent
an owl

an awling
yawns open

dawn eclectic
as clothesline with baubles
as I should be a leg to your ratio

this flippance
of suspect lace
shapes several

lawn's specific focus

pillaged tangle occilates
over treason bunker
banked wall glass

this is the future of oxygen


Ande said...

Very much substance in this one; squeezed in wee perimeters.

Jenny said...

Beautifully crafted. I think your words feel like neon driftwood, forming dynamic changing expressions. Organic and urban at the same time.

Francis Scudellari said...

Great sounds and provocative visuals. I love the final line of this piece (among many other).