Nomad Ink

Monday, February 13, 2006

more thrift

blind
bush, leaf
rut and wet

grain-
meat, meal
oat, tef, rye

drink
heat-soak
ale and rye

gaily
moth-rose
fly, bug, fly!

gusty
wind-whim
tip its hat

's Real
keep holy
cap and gun

tipsy
trip your
not-dry nut.

snore
snow-bear
ice-den nap...

urban
lust-orgy
hit and run

a lot of these are either imperatives or mini-narratives.

2 Comments:

  • At 7:13 PM, Blogger Sam of the ten thousand things said…

    Nice touch with hay(na)ku. "gusty/ wind-whim / tip its hat" makes hear Kerouac.

     
  • At 10:47 PM, Blogger Ellipsis Totem said…

    well i dont know what to say
    here is some of my poetry see if you like

    "Gnomons' Phantom"
    I appear at sunrise to circumscribe the day. Not an irrelevant shadow as some might
    say. My point is validation of the kingdom beneath the ray. The prince in deed of Vacua
    Spectra a, "vast stygian ocean" as Archimedes my gnomon would say. When at night on
    my coming forth by day, I am released from this tool where I lay. The gnomons watch is
    ponderous, his disk I tooth when I am transformed. My work is endless though not
    laborious,and to my kingdom I have sworn, to keep time infinite. Whether in the
    heaven, the stars adorn, or upon your wrist where I am worn.

    ellipsistotem@gmail.com

     

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