Tailor Bell Poems

I've been to the river
Lieutenant Picker and me
Seeking wisdom
Short among tall pastels
...

I need concrete with sharp corners
Green waves crashing onto rocks
Brisk air and salty stares
...

Anticipation
Opens a bloom near my reach
Untouched yet the heat
...

Full moon jags
Round this little town
Swinging low and deep
Within without a sound
...

Later on, my childhood friend Karl Marx
Was a big success playing in a rock band
Together we listened to smuggled Tull, as kids
He and his science friend introduced me to The Beatles
...

Silent bell and silent sun
Space enough between us
Now as then
Attached to spiny beliefs sharper at each start
...

I wish all day
That I was small
I turn to fast
And things just fall, away
...

Where, if now, brown cow
To see of me and be of me
To trade me at the days end
When after little work lay thousands
...

Shiny and twirling like a mad martin
Over a pond full of lazy mosquitoes

My nickel flipped end over end
...

It is again, the line of rulers, emporers
The long walk of brave little men
Passing in silence
As they guide themselves in
...