The Bullet The bullet sped through the air going nowhere Aunt Martha was ironing ironically enough On a high balcony in Barcelona Larvae … read more
Infinite Clarity Five nights have gone by and not one owl of poetry has hooted to me out of his tree Three moths fly in the… read more
Cancer Cancer creeps in on little cat’s feet Cancer grows from the root upward Cancer as a fact is a hard fact to grasp Cancer… read more
Haiku / A Rhinoceros is Running the War A rhinoceros — beady eyes and quite small brain — is running the war! I’m sorry… The… read more