and the poem spun past gauges and wire...
11/12/2005 Indie
there goes a snake with it's tail in it's mouth...
if it's a woman's place, then it's potency...
months have spun a mid-summer droll...
11/8/2005 Indie
'hey! whatcha doin here? it's late!'
what did you do today, boy, play that guitar?
they right themselves to the sun...
wrote out four lengths to line...
11/7/2005 Indie
this is one path among many...
to the gleam of her shores...
in a line, a curve, a hook...
their well shone shoe shoved up my ass...
11/6/2005 Indie
blessed flagman on the deck of distant shores...
we rest not, we want not, we raise...
that miss merchant and some others sung...
