I am the laugh of the stars
I loan sparks
in the scattered light
there are friends:
old beetle mind
wolf leaf
skiff melba
green grease
scurry
bower
Best buds beneath a bower. (Say! J. D. has a new collection out, in ghostly onehead. Get your copy here.) – mh clay
my gardened hums
my lasered beans
(a sports metaphor)
the old moon
science on the patio
a spoonful of melon
that laid-back red
the papery snake
I am that cloud
that stone spider
Gardening for sport, a tangled web. – mh clay
I was printing in the dark
I was the salted egg
the clipping frog wears the crown
he’s as serious as a wheel within a wheel
we see the world of the funneling crows
we hear the frightening sounds of the cool hulk
the cloud of the forked fox
the soiled pot is an ancient camera
the pyramid here
that clinking sun
A new eye on Nature in the clink, clink, clink… – mh clay
a loyal coil
a being, sifting
the scent of the glowing heavens
the sky when I am tempted and I bend
the lake is the river is the sea
on the planet of the walls
your window to the night
that old heaven is the summoning face
a golden miniature
I enter the dream
In the dream, the shuffle is a dance. – mh clay
morgan is a comet with the power to seat a fiddle
the boiling rush is the pie of the flowers
the game of the brain is to eat a sun
sleeping in the queso
the spiral dart is the clark cake of the head
the roaming head is the lost anderson
the shark of the paper
the moose of the jell-o farm
science is in the shape of the sun
the lake is the science of the water
An unbalanced equation in the search for anderson. – mh clay
the magic toast was the bird
that glass is the cheese
the crisp creek is the ghoul of the glamour
the pecan points at the planet
michael the archangel is in the rowboat of the garden
that cough could crumple up a dino
the seal of the star
to sleep when I say fish
not a serf light
that cold arrow is the number
That number hits the target which circle are we. – mh clay
I am a circle in the broom room
I am the random floyd of the feathers
normal ice and we are earrings
were you a sponsored chicken?
the secret age of the heavens
the shape of the canceled apple
the rotten wink
this beef is the arthur of the dollar
this is the ness
the dallas glass
To get -nost, you need more -ness. – mh clay
were you a box of turtle?
the arthur is the chief helmet of the wall
the number of bleeding toes
to measure that parker brothers irrigation
fern the green progression
left of the raisin
be the better beast
that salt is the freeze of the tree
grouch was a grunt
clam to beat a new egg
to be the better wolf
the bright wolf of the winter head
the low glowing worm
the diadem and that landing to meet me
If you would be a bold bequeather, you must be the better beast. – mh clay
oh I dreamt of something using the other letters in the word book
fantasy picnic with the ants and the clouds above smiling with the smiling sun
a bear was eating the earth
and the people were like ahhhh
this is terrible I said
the colors of the stars twinkling pink green and blue now it’s yellow
making fun of the earth
at the big bounce store we have values and bargains for you and you and even you
if you’re in town why don’t you come on down
there is no person on earth with the same name as colonius dew the rampant reacher
Call for Mr. Dew! Your bounce is ready… – mh clay
canning coy was a crisp dink to live in the woods for a while
skeep was a flour warbler
now a song cat for achy head
the piano lamps with the doctored fridge
that folk talk in the second dream
the arctic fleece to withstand that sugar
here are the barn numerals for that planet
fork stunt
now for the half walk
willie was a spock
Take a quick pic to post, then dig in – food’s gettin’ cold. – mh clay
