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

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

The World Health Organization is a cluster fuck drunken confidence.These are poetic justice for my enlarger –Poetic justice to ease your feasance –My still life, a strap in the dark