Poetry Archives Bio

ends and odds

November 23, 2016

a solitary golden hair
grows from my beard

I pluck it out with orange
thin-nosed pliers


soon I shall be shorn
(a drought of you now fills me

as I wait  what is a seven
letter word for "creature


undergoing change
(or five  it's all the same

the straightedge of secern├Ęd thought
what has no teeth  no nipples


and lays eggs  (best not to know