300,000,000

the potatoes came to me
and asked for alms

the gold came to me
to teach me a lesson

fields shook at me
telling the season

sounds from high buildings fell to me
proclaiming their resistance

whole traffic jams filling the world’s highways
came and gunned their engines.

10/1/06

I glyph receding copies

10/29/06

tea stains fall roll

our turn
the tea rolls
in drops
the snow falls
out the window
our turn
broke the handle
and it came off
rolled like tea
under a rose bush


10/11/06