conceptual poetry

  • Idle Idol Idyll

    No tempus fugitMy twin, now lost astronaut. Wrench back the sunTo 11am tempted fixed Or ply the earth forexactly the same outcome for every broken clockto always ring true Continue reading

  • Futurefute

    the water is sound asleep       like a log under the wound bridge        the wind mills at full tilt                     still stops        … Continue reading