Jack Sprat Robinson, Sleight-of-Hand Man

See?

He's got wife with can
Of sardines up un-

Canny ass,
Eats her whole

Before you can
Say Jack,

Where'd she go?

The Lure

wind-buffeted

solitary white

chapel's calling


seas bluff.

Disillusionment

whatever it was
he was dreaming
it was not

what it was
meant to be.

On the Lunatic Fringe

No inner sanctum
At the moonlit inn.

Legacy

light inherits
dark remains.

(from The Intricate Evasions of As)