Sunday, June 1, 2014

Compendium of One-Line Poems

Too much talking — stream be quiet.

A concrete metaphor: chainsaw days.

In Harlem a rooster sells mulch beneath the train.

Marguerite has holocaust eyes.

Black vanilla from Antananarivo.

A new Hemingway story: Men Agreeing About Women.

So how's the money?

The low road to Fresno.

Rotisserie chicken baseball.

A lurid lack of sleep.

Fashionably Latte.

The suffocating perfume of the rich.

The Aristotelian death cult strikes again.

We disappear in the sun now so they spray on the clouds.