olive stone -
a mass surveillance branch
all but snowed in
January 2017
ululations of immortality
windy day -
stretching the truth
across clouds
alive - dead
astride a whiplash
of silence
petrichor
a snail practices
our absence
n! = (by
olfactorial equations)
the rose known
eye contact . . .
particles appear smaller
than their wavelengths
the reflections
of an alien species
out of my mind
paper cranes . . .
I bend time and space
a thousand times
Prune Juice #21
Prune Juice Book of Senryu: Celebrating 10 Years: 2009 – 2019
inaugural flight
the eagle switches to
autocratic pilot
insomnia . . .
I yawn my way through
some parallel dimension
on a narrow road
to the heart of the moment
before time began
wormhole trip . . .
my shadow and I
splice genes
in becoming the loss of now
fog bound feel for the real
now here in a nick in time
it is here
a vacancy of sky
and now
a bird
ever present –
is this too to be
our pretense?
my shadow
in the shadow
of no-self
forget them
lest these very words
linger on
less of more
the stream entered
more than once
the wind
winds up
a cat
a sea breeze
encrypts messages
from the edge
NOON 13
a lisp
lip thinking
whithpers
before me
a future who's who
of non-being
eye to eye
the bottom line
still there
DT shakes
the cold-turkey of
twitter-feeds
the darkness
of my mood
colours the toast
new notebook
an abyss yawns open
to my voice
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