dream: bowling, but lanes
different
like billiards
make shot - side pocket.
(ji bo, 2009)
....
late february
tree buds:
inchoate neurons,
vegetable bombs.
....
the girl brushed her teeth,
said, "buckwheat honey
tastes like a barnyard."
the moon's orbit
hung around her neck,
a pearlescent bullwhip.
(ji bo, 2009)
....
three hundred clouds
over my shack,
a bluebird drops in
for a visit.
....
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