the universe, unbounding
leaves in its wake
its waste and smells
Today, as I wandered the Internet wilderness, I cautiously surveilled my blog. From deep weeds I watched it asleep by the waterhole, like a…
Trumplet Covfefe or not covfefe, that is the question. Whether it is Tumblr in the mind To sling the Tweets like arrows And grasp outrageous…
The new shoots appear Like some insane asparagus He stares at the John Deere And then the clump of green And brown bamboo What sort of monster…