Broadcast

heft from foggy brown eyes these lies
and remand, jam respite
healing through stealing, salted air
courage dictates a fight.

lasting theory society
there be a  probably
for longer paths of crowded road
there’s an eventually

***

Last one, I’m tired.

The Emily Dickinson ballad stanza, found here.

Eggs III

how to build a proper nest for time…

link, loop like straw, tuck, paper like twine.

foxes and box kites knocking the clime,

Momma’s little yoke,

chichi calcium, nature’s design…

Momma’s baby folk.

***

Another form, the Burns Stanza found here.

Eggs

Beginning here and far there

Born of crackled speckled eggs

monotone chromatic twins

airborne flight from brush to fate

air romance

of thoughts too late

rings bells of crumpled couture

stilted closing there and end

***

New form found here and here.

The Ocean Is a Shaggy Dog

the

always

rain gets the

ocean’s dander up

marking territory as the wind blows

Drug Box

Shhh.
Barren
wasteland waves
trance programming.
And you will forget your name and purpose.

So I May Suffer

You
do seem
almost sick
of trying to
fix your broken girl. My job here is done.

Issue Behind Mine

I

know you

think you are

better than me

even if only in your heart of hearts

***

Read Marian & Kerry…

Images of Tom

On
the
corner
With scuffed toes
The lamp light curses
The young man for his stubborn patience

More From Michigan

live

off

the yield

of the land

vicariously

through the power of your green thumb

…

Read Leah…

Toot

lack
of
ardent
misery
poor you, what to do
enjoy your life on the surface