Tuesday, February 5, 2008

shove the latent (shore the late) shave light

extremities be dimpled and be strained

this is your kismet talking

camisoles be free of skin

by morning Shipshewana will be silver strummed

opine the fine wine takeoff

dim lampoon my driven darling

when midnight cranes it is a neck I have foregrounded

she is whimsy she is salt and pepper

she is more than gravitas again

my treetorque rumination dangles participially

shame on shackles

strain the line drawn

striate clasp

sleeve white