Lamy’s black ink in a Lamy
fountain pen on white paper
darker than Lamy black ink
on Lighthouse’s beige bleeds
much more on Moleskine rag
scritchs more on white paper

Once I would have grunted a sestina
here. My list of apocalyptic words
BAYnull to bahNAIL exhaustive
I am sixty and new to history
happening, mine, one in nine
mes dies when poxed, my daughter

twenty-seven experiencing history
dependent on dice roll, me? Normally
I write poems in pencil to erase
for palimpsests effect, editing
never a factor. That box from work
I’m burying tomorrow, this poem goes there too

More tagging.

I’ll call you when I de-google the blog that’s on people’s blogrolls.

Blown, hiding place one
Two – six expire Friday
Seventh but a myth

Don’t make rules don’t
don’t don’t over think sylla
bles don’t be fuck me

                           
Sentence one: Israeli snipers target practice
Palestinian clay pigeons Sentence
two: fucks (and spawn) fat w profit high-five over shot giraffe
Next sentence shittier because shittiness shocks less,
cataloging all as curbing as cataloging none, I
am telling you three times The titan
who’s bought ten necklaces of Micronesian islands
to survive his plagues famines resource wars
decimation of not just species but genera
including you and yours, bub, me and mine,
will foreclose our wheat-back penny ass to buy an eleventh and twelfth