motel sign blistering it’s paint in sun its metal frame in rain, proclaiming ammenity of CoLoR television each letter demonstrating to a black and white highway dotted lines unstopping world
Don’t give me flak do you see a jacket on me? Don’t baby me no bassinet around my hips no beauty mark no droll painted pouty lips. just don’t. talk and pretend we are friends. see how that might just work?
am I blue? shower mist, near steam onto my morning cold fist drips from it chilled as if in each digit were refrigerant coiled but not striking.
(untitled as of yet) all of god’s plans sprung to life here in PEI as an egg tempura painting the bell dome of blue lacquer touching the red rim of sand/sea I become as a pollen grain on a carpet of white potato blossoms up to the rolling coast temptation to lie make snow angels […]
(a bit of silliness really) Shall we shortly traipse mad in a zigzag smear? Squint, there’s the shape of me – can we make out in the shadowy shallows this riparian ripe life smelling of the mire ferns wriggle out of? Spy me. Everyone else does, doze among those weeping willow shadows half shore, half […]