An inseparable wreck, this body. Its effort leashed upon its nature— A mystery as to why, One of the greater mysterys. Like the pyramids or Amelia Earhardt or the nature of light or viruses—yes— viruses handing out their code like candy at the Shriners parade. Who are those olde men riding around in small cars … Continue reading Can’t, Sir
Author: johnbrandall
John Randall is a writer living in Missouri. His interests include camping, running, walking, cutting and burning wood, messing around with magnets, foraging, and listening to podcasts, many of them about baseball.
6/4/11
The wanting of cigarettessgold dust, June rain & ice baby ice ice baby.
Swap
Trading, trading.Creative vehiclesturn air into money.Tap, tap, tap. Placean order. Tap, tap, tap.Do you know whatyou’re getting into?Watch the news,the news is bad. Tap,tap, tap. Blasted alchemy:pull everything out. But wait —the news turns good. OK, placeanother order. Waiting,kicking yourself. Tap,tap, tap. Someone mustbe on the other side, thegrass must always be greener. You tap … Continue reading Swap
Garden Diary 2010
January. I did nothing I can recall. It was a cold month. February. I trimmed almost all of our trees, save the two maple a-west the house. Those trees need trimming. As for the trees I did trim, my aim was to thin them out. I don't want the Japanese maple to get too big, … Continue reading Garden Diary 2010
Untitled 109
12" x 16"acrylic on canvas(2009)
Word Sketch 2
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Royobroyo
Checkpoint Charlie Dolce Kevil 400 Where the fuck is Stuckey? Blow by blow western female Roy Mosaic Big Daddy's Ferrarro's for linner all the extras gone by the time the second cab came home when it was light on Sunday morning. Oh as in Oh really. Rough jeans. Sorry. AJ asleep a blue drink in … Continue reading Royobroyo
The #5
Live now and repent.Consolation is a cup of coffee, tease me tomorrow.
I am Attending To a Sunrise in Jamaica
First Full Day — morning
I am attending to a sunrise in Jamaica. Rightly I am not awake yet. Waves, waves, dolorous waves. Peltering shores at dayfall.
Why is it getting light in the west before it gets light in the east? The east is dark, blue. A tiny boat out ripping the water is black.
Last night a jumbo airliner flew in from Costa Rica, I’m sure of it.
Brett got a taste, Pat a tree. I put a tiny leaf in my pocket & smiled at the smell.
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Misc. Haiku 66-70
66
The cloth
kept wet
under the pin
67
getting past
things past —
naked in the meramec.
68
a whole napkin
for a single
fly
69
You gotta do this,
you gotta do that —
we’re all lawyers
70
In the time
I’ve written this I’ve gotten
Two spam messages
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