4.11

on four
goint eleven
sevr the estrs
nine

16 with a bullet

sixteen joy and hanging
shoes black skies and white ties
old membranes she´s retaking her sames,
redoing innumerable rays
an assortment of softly woven lies
richly treacherous bland pies & organic, messianic stems
he took the glass of water in his left hand and raised it to his lips
it has was might
the cards of eliot and his drowning pebbles
never to arise again, my frenzied companion

net 2

go ´net young man !
and the owner of the general store
makes his millions
selling spades and boots

girona fruits

16 and I´m yelling for a pencil
unlikely events string together
the world clogging up
the teeming starving millions and billions
girona is written into my language
informs every breath
like every other idiot
I seek refuge in the particular
which, my dear,
is no way to find closure

ten pins falling

10 pins falling
pressure rising
screaming for that number
better just
screaming !
pins

"had enough"

a lovely track on lulu.com, which I can´t recommend too highly : "had enough" is the title and it is excellent.
more sudokettes soon...

counting beads

counting some three thousand beads
bits of meat
little corny universes
the record reads stupidity and stubbornness
reiterated
and a rhythmic swell calls hope