"his head is ice-white & cloudy
as feung shui--"
More Perihelion:
Bob Sward's Writer's Friendship Series
A quick list to poets featured in this issue:
christopher
oblong
robin's breast
is stained red;
wings
bringing
a plague.
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yes man _______________________________________________________________ stars, diamonds, & umbilicals
lust, it's said, is a sickness--
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makes himself
dressed; resting
an aged spirit,
in the wild, unshaven; this
weekend mountain trek is
as his
box promised
... these woods
remind him: he has
watered houseplants
too often; thought
he ought not waste
&, vaguely, of a good
book;
or john
denver record--
which received
rave reviews; yet,
he would soon forget
it with quick acquisition.
what was that?
ant esters ...
wool-elves ...
bee ears ...
(here you were
to have unstuck
the latin tongue)
his head is ice-
white & cloudy
as feung shui--
not unlike the piece of sky,
always dominated from above;
up where a dizzy god traces lazy
hawks & eagles; and speedy winged
things, more specific than trees,
bushes; their first names given
them, even adam; or
hairy davy thoreau who,
upon bending over
to see his own noble savage--
its reflection in a rippled pond--
regretted losing that turquoise indian choker.
sin; yet, do not believe this. feel,
abundant as the gluttonous belly;
&, everything that's a part
of myrna loin ...
but, wanting her,
what has that to do
with ring fingers?