B.C. (Part 1)
“Eremite Hawk Secretary Jesuit Yoruban” (2006) I see amanitas almost every Day on Tinakori Hill. Of reindeer Red Black Think I then. No time have I to rate us Well. I trundle up the Monty Python Hill. Teal Tell Above stark lows and grays abide blue Levels! memories! like saucers gliding Aqua Wintry On a field or sea, a plane contrasting With tall monticule. Teal Bed Small mandibles of jumping spiders flick, Trace patterns as of missing spider webs Ray Clouds A dove's mobility regarding time For two years, he just said, a human hid Roads Hay Transfigured, fire before the flesher's sea, A bow above my level four of cloud Wind Womb Which heralds not a drench of monsoon but Small mandibles of jumping spiders Red Bends Make us fill out forms. But I return, and so does he again, And when? And then? As we evade, thus far, our shrieking whims. The ravaged Caeser of a cabbage leaf Cool Colors falls! falls! off my head past glasses in thereon. O...