This can’t be Kansas. Bound by gravity still, Blown moonward this night, I want to tell you first, If only by lamplight, What planets rule your orbit, Where vengeance fails to go,

He made couches out of commas The boy in the book fucked his fist out, took to making letter lists sleep slicked himself with digits and cubed bits and centimetres and pixels

A Fairy Tale

War kills people It kills them dead Dead people can't write poetry Dead people can't hug their children Peace is what we need

You have a new bike Frosty blue, a Chopper It is jaunty, I say I use this word too much. Words I don't use enough: Exegesis. Diachronic. Snoop. Words with double 'o-s'

Experiments in narration.