After Kandinsky

who wrote that blue moves in upon itself—

blue like a snail re 
treating in 
to its 

sh 
el 
l 

. 

Cerberus

Don’t look now but something tells me 
There’s something dead to the world out there — 

That cur wouldn’t be barking his heads off 
If it were alive and kicking, that’s for sure. 

Sticks and Stones

Take poison, my love— 

You say it’s only a word,
I say it is only when our lips 

Pronounce it. 





 

Reign of Terror

Don’t let those innocent looking 
Homophones fool you, my friend— 

Puss ‘n’ Boots and Fido are tripping head 
Over heels acid freaks in cahoots again. 

Magic Carpet

Of course it isn’t but what if 
This wind-scattered bed of soft rotting 
Pied apricot leaves decides to pull 
Itself together and take off back to where 
The sky’s the limit again?