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

3 comments:

Ande said...

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

Jenny Enochsson 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).