Poetry

Hydroglyphics – Poem

There’s a name for the first car the last car, and that’s it.  We’ll call this guy captain caboose   because it’s sweetly insulting. Maybe he won’t suspect my alarm of togetherness   and we’ll relax into neon tubes twisting blue-green-blue: Open.  It keeps swiveling   and I suppose that means its ajar A jar, … Continue reading