Friday, November 28, 2008

Tin and Trouble

There is thin track wickering lines through city.
Lines through cracking stacking thorn and stumble
once upon once upon once the thin track wickering
and slack track slips and trips fast

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

A bad poem

Gold spun the Logrus and slipping tripped its lines.
Fashioned pattern pallid points the last sweet tracks
on carotid stunts and making mast the last of new and
moored the making placing pacing drakes to orbit none.

Freeman fashioned most unabashed marking mix with labelled tongue
undermining fortune finding fastened by the clattered strum
last and most the practiced post makes mastered augury undone.

I am cordial ever more and making last the past must be.