TWO X HAY(NU)KU

chinatowns

summer corners

times square sleet

~

holiday

to innsmouth ?

no no no 

CURL OF A SHRIMP

in the corner 

of the sofa
in the corner 

of the room

the cat sleeps

silent & shaped

in the curl 

of a shrimp

& the night air

thru open windows
tussles zephyrs in 

his slumbering thatch

GARDENSONG

i was not sure
if it was either 

a magpies or jackdaws
but the black feather 

i found on sunday

& picked right up

& tucked neatly into 

my wide brimmed hat

because of any minute
reality / might / can / will

kick in the door
& pick me up

easy as mashed potatoes
or ham on rye

CAFESONG

 

i halved my dosage

in blind optimism

hoping for the reward 

of time served

instead i was sentenced 

to weird translucence 

no verses between me 

& the thin chorus 

of an xray sun

WRITING M.O. & DALI LAND

i write them

& rewrite them

& backtrack for backbone

& slip sideways

& jump north

& backtrack for clarity

& go blank 

& open doors

& wear a hat

& conjure dali land 

until i cant

not at all

& thats now