| ant arpeggios ascending across apples |
bassoons beached |
catalytic converter clanking clanking clanking |
dogwood drowning |
| each easy |
fustian frolic |
guitar gig |
hot heavy hair |
| itch it | juxtaposition | kissing kangaroos | loose |
| monumental moment | neononesuch | operatuneditty | pick pick pick |
| quick quote | roach run |
saturnalia socks |
tunnel tumult |
| umbrella | vexed virago | waddle will | exegesis |
| you’re yours | zone |
zero |
zonk |
Tag: Alphabet
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Alphabet Primer
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After Words
After whirls listen
whale hush comes
the cat jigs the bat
for your cares ward
off dangerous asks.For love these old letters
wild bedraggled wag around
nest of gnarled grunts
mosses bones hair vines.The old alphabetical guard
strains in place at attention
runes assigned ward beds
grand command inspection.Sparse words heal
after wounds foraged
forward in a land
of odd angles
accentuated by red pencils.Winds mean about
we know not what
if in the end this
is an end or a start.“It’s like a new
pair of ears,”
after words wishes
remains unspoken. -
Vowel Motion & Consonant Commotion
Vowel Motion
accelerate encyclopedia inch along oval verbs Uranus Your > yr wave ~ func funa [this space left blank] fank fenk fink Fonk funk [purposelessly] California Faulkner Mississippi Oak Grove Umbrella #dearjohn Adieu Aeiou – Ah, You! Consonant Commotion
Click and clack bicycle rack tongue and tooth cat myrrh-th parts, spokes and wheels synth Dry gin groove Sly tryst Hymnal perpendicular hill WHY THIS? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
AND NOT WHAT? nothing Peaceful city nothing goin’ on Slow whisper shy summer down by the wyrm bay consonants moving by & by -
C
C comes to close,
chimes, “Oh! Hello,”
and commences
to catch water,waiting for the ferry,
then the crossing,
and the long cruise
back to the city.A bald eagle floats,
driftwood across the cant
tilt and lilt of the wharf:
tackle shops and taverns.“Sure,” C says, though
sounds disappointed,
cooped up in Coupeville
open mouthed, chipon shoulder shooting pool:
“7 ball, side pocket,”
but clips the cue
ball curling.“A difficult shape,
a hard cut,
to make sense of,”
C says, scanning
sound’s mirror,
ceiling reflecting cold water.Another crew of sailors
occupies the tavern,
drinking to a mate’s
re-upping:
“Here’s to Carl,”
amidst a cheer
and a clap.C looks around,
fails to see
any circular irony. -
Cadmean Victory
They do not want for something to say
They run around and play all day
Syllabicating back and forth
No one asks what another is worthAt night they climb trees to sleep
They dream of mouths of lips and teeth
And breath of a land where speech
Is silly and fluid and freeHaving no bowels they don’t see
The lithe ape thinking in a tree
Who would trap them in a man
And call himself can
The Coming of the Toads 