Stifle me not with the opposite.
Witness the gaiety of red socks,
Let me entertain the yellow leaves
before I die before I die
so that I begin to shade the place.
I am loving
the far lateral
of getting somewhere.
Shall we go
a little preoccupied?
If you flirt with height
with an appetite
Leaves dip into an altogether
the houses hurt the activity maligns the letters fade over the pilot light.
As before but with the senses disarrayed at what one can say.
It's bewildering but I can get you out of storage.
To set forth thy other foot, to know of one's errand.
the melodies run counter.
Not known not done
a form occurs
2002 Electronic Poetry Review