Mother Carey’s chicken dances at the window-shopshear modulus siftings the warm aftertaste demandinglyCharlie Parker was said to have soldhis hornblende for a bagel of stum, the night jasmine they playedSalt Peanuts below the neon mooneyeJeremiad bought me everything I’m wearing nowbut the shoepacs
Author: Benjamin Spencer
Authors Note – Re: Short Poems (?)
Warning. Dear reader. Do not revolt. Revolt! You are among the #oulipo, w/ #AllenGinsberg, new #writing methods, #yourDNA&myDNA rapt in #technology. Okay. Pause. Take a breath. Return to your body. The previous paragraph is not to be taken lightly. Modern language is on an upswing of creativity. We are @once thinking and promoting thought simultaneously. … Continue reading Authors Note – Re: Short Poems (?)
- this must be the year of the mushroom, so many underfoot … God, I hope I’ve got Pinot
Short Poem No.3
Gray was unfamiliar with the herald moth like the water bed and the tree of knowledge and knotgrassGray Mullet could lug a soul sister to destroyWaiting for a dimming of the lanthanide, Han Shan climbed down from the tree tomatoto collect the bowlful of South passed on by Li Poand a notepad – inside the … Continue reading Short Poem No.3
Short Poem No.2
The boyhood in bunk bed jackets,in the dark lantern, whirling their flats,think it’s funny the Kiddush with the bald head doctortalks like the gyron they hear giggling in the bedbugs in the summer campaign grass snakeAfter the ESR clenched a fit and punched the fend forBilly Billet had been shotMoss agate on this sweaty back … Continue reading Short Poem No.2
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