12/12/17
i’m ok
okay, doekay
rhe okie/doekey
a tibettan llama
like lama dorjay
the tidbitten book of the dead
the last enclave
from a disappearing neighborhood
turned largely medical
a ramshackeled
white clapboard
heavily weathered
lethal compound where
sex and drugs
rule riotously in a
final outburst of
decadence and evil
chou en lai
general dollarsworth
a comma date shun
garments and varments
villanova villains
valid dictorian
valid Victorians
victory
vickery
factory arts
ol’ factory
apt. 303
his panic
his spandex
the bicyclist
hicktory
fichte rhea
tock
I grow hydro
On a green t-shirt
With a green tee and a
Golf ball on the back
Reads
I’d hit on that
In site
Insight
In side of a
Jay coushay
Avec un jeune
Hier soir la
Or, as wordsworth wrote in
“tintern abbey” I tend to
Think thisaway
“ these heteroes,
Hardly heteroes”
Holy rose
Hedge blessed
Iron skull
Tried test
O buttermilk sky
O buttermilk pie
Mother was a
Buttermilk baby
Lambasted
National
Nashville
Montgomery wards on gum soled shoes
Sumatra macho
How is your morning going
Morning glory?
Now I am sleepy
“Now we are six”
Isis aND AMAZON
Isis unveiled
Chocolate éclair wafers
Éclat
Window shopping women
Dirty mountain boys
How long must I bear the burden of
you
When you caribou to
Spend the very blest
Under a canopy of oak
The delicate tracery of long branches
I slt ln the shade
The mottled shade
Of a warm winter
Afternoon
Hey, friend of satan
I no longer talk with you
She bought her boyfriend an
Eight ball of coke for crismus
He had shoulders like grapefruits
Or softballs and a narrow waist
Like a hornet or wasps
Arms like young twin oaks
Sturdy but twisted
Indulgence, texas
Indol/gents
