in progress

pluck a Poseidon plant a Trident 

three cheers for dollars from ears

 i am the composer and compositor of the American Empire

chip chip and away 

no mo shame 

its us and we rule hooray

 do or die say I

Winter tea time afternoon

I began to recite my poem about pooh. but my daughter said oh heaven no I'll leave the room
instead

a tite crystal morning light is giving way to a wash of dulling gray
a buzzz---so gentle----hums through the high ceilin room

silver plates piled high with white and brown squares, some are circles, host cucumber slices and a dull red paste. Green olives,sliced-thin as skin, caped with pimento, rest on a white paste-adorn more. All all are
propelled about the room by women dressed in black crepe. Just below the belly is a lacy, stiff, dainty white-oh so white apron tied a slight inch above the hips. Nylons rolled just below the knee.


spoon and cup
the chime-the cling clang of spoon and cup reverberate the room-the chime punctuates,modulates, insinuates the haze of chatter within the room.
this winter tea time afternoon, winter tea time afternoon
cups and saucers cups and saucers no not flyin saucers this tea time afternoon this teatime afternoon.