Math-like with Formal Understanding
karena youtz
The old sea is lonely and accepting hostages
I took one down for a picnic, you
Needles wash onto the shore of a needleless sea
prickling our spine our clicking life
These jackets preserve Pristine orange floating stitched upon
sea birds' footprints eagre washed
Their feathers inflate our infiltration
needles, homogeny
If our love is a grand summer sea
before the invention of garbage the passersby/witnesses gaily speaking
"'Pop, the garbage man's here.' 'Tell him we don't want any.'"
a near drinkable clarity white crests roll roll
Waves flourish in codicil Pure lair ebullition roll roll
brown stained river overfull we startle frequent swimmers
Beasts among our toes We like it blue
we like it blue unsteadily
Circumstance upon action perceived and inner perceptions accounted
Children haunt crashing dreams
with needless smiles another appears
We need a row boat We need a mini-van
captain seat solidarity pitching-down
I'll stay with it always Our insignia's multi-colored
creatures blurred and ownership
Coral waves beneath compound
skeleton pageant overgrown
{So many years on Bouvet Island and still this fine place makes me smile. The icebergs.]
sandra simonds
So many years on Bouvet Island and still this fine place makes me smile. The icebergs are cute in their blue shells. This is where the dolphins dart. My little acre of tar--yes, it is far away--but really what isn't? On Bouvet (or is it at Bouvet) everything goes very smoothly. I eat elk. I find bear cubs amusing. They balance eggs on their black noses. Every hour the Northern Lights twinkle like white bells. So many years on Bouvet, and what to say? My dear friends, the place has little changed. Sara sent me a mirror and Apollo sent me a fax machine. The man in the teepee died so long ago! I inherited the stained glass. I ate it. Last year's drought. When one really looks at the waters around here--again. A ghastly fear! That the 'berg would melt and I would be forced/that the 'berg would stay a solid blue stone. When one really looks at the waters around so many years on Bouvet my dear friends. The blue elk Apollo. Send me a mirror died so long ago. I ate it. Last year's drought is amusing.