Torsade Literary Space Abnormalizing (poem)
Abnormalizing Should Dr. Comus mount to the podium Begged before he dies, of a valediction, lightning-bolted by the gaze When freed as angels his victims anneal him And words break out, in patterns of revealing His ilk, his false-named friends, a younger colleague A theoretician, but a go-getter, they turn them out […]
October (poem)
October A man looks into a darkened room The eternal you your coffee in the morning The justice heaven allots to your portion The you snagged from the heat-profile of your being 3D printed on a 3D printed mug The room is dark, but the open door throws light Curtains […]
Why Not Let (poem)
Why Not Let You have to choose things, and delay is not a choice You occupy a desk Your daily life is work and doesn’t work And something like a four-foot space Holds all you see the whole of most your days Your back-vulnerable confrontation with outsiders Ought to have you thinking […]
Lines Attached (poem)
Lines Attached (Shifting Goalposts) Bulletin: All leaves are cancelled Spring clamped tighter in a chamber locked For the next release ASAP The initiative going forward hews to Lines attached can safely pull it down A limited set of data, determined by newer measurements taken in recent months Bulletin: Everyone is to […]
Bride to Be (part six)
Bride to Be (part six) Now ask me, did I love him Did I set my mind at schemes, did I discover for the trying, how To the watchtower hill the daughter of a king Might walk as the risen sun, repulsing sight My maid and page in train at my command […]
Oh, You Did That? (poem)
Oh, You Did That? (Denigrate All Achievements) Feathering yourself as a useful magpie Quick and quicker your knack to apply that eye Does a trained birdbrain need a pat on the head Flies know a trick too Everything carrion to them banquet once to you And it is the spoilment we speak […]
Killing Frost (poem)
Killing Frost Morning on the inside is only glass and curtains A saint might have heard voices He fingers the fly in the ointment and fills a pot With liver-colored beans no stench Like the burning of chili powder and this punishing cheap food And wariness too fine to read He lies […]
Distract Us (poem)
Distract Us She hadn’t got the chance to finish her story, the corner fire let, if gas might do no worse than burn blue, be. Let night fall then, somewhat like in hue, dusk’s velvet box creak its hinge, evening solitaire and satellite its chippy twin, or evil, attic-rummage legacies enough smelling […]
Castello dei Banditi: Third Battle Stations
The Folly Battle Stations Castello dei Banditi Companions among Toscana’s dead Dead of centuries whose tombs Are plundered of their gold, but of their masonry As well, sledged by quarriers shaping chamber walls Cornerstones re-founding Christian halls Those seats of state where patriarchs and queens Departed granted favour yet, or […]
The Good People (poem)
The Good People You have plans to be courageous More than that, you’ve plotted in effect You often, walking down the street Armor yourself in the wingèd hauberk Of the Exiled King Or Queen (she too) Some part of her still trained to long for The Wizard-Man (that alter-state of mind carries […]