Climbing up the river’s
shoulder. With spent
hours in faze. Except
for you wearing a
pattern off the shoulder.
I want to return the
unbalanced borrowings
carried by vespa til
they fall and fail.
The authorities don’t call.
So unrelenting stay
the conflicts and confusion.
I should see
the contentment in
spiritual order that
shrugs off my un-
orientation.
RLB August 03, 2018
Daily Archives: August 3, 2018
Verge of a Dream: At the orpheum
At the orpheum
I want to today
Make the rabbit disappear.
Alone on the bus seat
The counselor observes
you are very pink today
The nurse looks at
my arm. You didn’t
use today, question mark.
I want to be on time
parking near sixth and
styx. The adviser holds
my wrists. Reporting by
form how I stole and
could do worse. I am
In the class tonight
hoping that I read
the lesson. And
at home
I can paint hexagons
orange, suspended
In a red cloud.
RLB August 01, 2018
Lycoris sqamigera: in the midst of chaos
This amaryllis has to be one of the heartiest bulbs ever: here in my neighbor’s yard under the massive amounts of overgrown grape vine, poison ivy, euonymous, thistle, nettle, english ivy
, and wild strawberry, the blooms appear, as a testament to order and beautify, as they stand like the only wonderfull objects amidst the three abandoned cars, stacks of tires, trash cans, inverted cement mixing tray, broken steps and falling gutters. How orderly they are, and persistent (at least 30 years), even in prospering, in the mess and bramble.