Two Swans Move Mr. Mann
Beauty is always fierce. The long neck poised to strike. The hiss pouring from white. Black eyes. Wheel, armada of grace. Crazy love. Killer kiss.
Beauty is always fierce. The long neck poised to strike. The hiss pouring from white. Black eyes. Wheel, armada of grace. Crazy love. Killer kiss.
Random thrills on the highway of life. Broken parts litter. Time to fix. So he sits for his portrait. A sepia marvel lying in a bath of acid. Age eaten …
He moved there because he saw a bald eagle above the river. White head, huge wings. You cannot mistake it for another. There is a song that starts behind the …
Someone told him this. He knew no Latin, but it seemed to fit his life at 23. At 35 he got interested. He began sailing the streets. He began going …
A log of the stars. Infinite tango. The Isley Brothers to come again.
Red Rover red rover let Libbey come over, the voice sang on its summer jag of desire. It was dusk and the mothers would call them home. They always had …
Hey happy, what do you know? Spin a quarter on the curb. Brother, you don’t know me from Adam, you love- tangled ruin. Much of it involves walking. Keeping your …
Laughter pours through the hourglass of days. It is mortality speaking. It means we are closer to what comes after. He decides to measure. Record then name. Tear off …
It can be granted. Sign here. Forget about the wind, the sun. Which way the glacier flows as it carves its own death. It can be granted. Worry doesn’t affect …
He called up the radio and arranged a seminar. His text was the clash of the right and the left. The host began screaming at him. Denounced as whacko for …