apologies to John Keats and the Greeks
Tumbled into books, we found
how to float on clouds of nouns,
to ride verbs to hell and back.
With eyeballs vexed and tired,
we followed Hecate to the source
of the shadowy sound.
Dave Read
Poems
Order should be imposed on my poems, but isn't likely to be until I turn to carpentry, or painting, to carry me through the day. The display here is latest first.