"Easier, Maybe, Possibly" Nonsensical nonsense so nonsense-able that we should feel foreboding. Like he said, beware the jabberwock, grumble twitching squeals of maniacal delight that we believe the idea of the bandersnitch in its glorious frumiosity, easily misunderstood, as all bandersnitches should, in regards to their beside manners. A kiss, maybe, but the warbling bird … Continue reading Excerpt from my book “Bike Chain Poetry”
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I Heard Once Said
I am I am the jar did say, but still rising in temperate with still wise things and unwise, and still. I know why, it sings, the smoke rising from blue gardens and men and women stare at the green light. Shall I go? adventure calls and with the thrice turns I am standing where … Continue reading I Heard Once Said