3 nDada Poems
A visual poetry triptych
Poetry
Eat me (or take a bite)
(I disgust myself)
Tragedy among the Peaches
I no longer understand the language of birds,
Fish
poetry and fish / have certain things / in common
If Cerberus Was A Bitch
Good girl!
Even Better
but not with words, please, no.
Walt,
“One touch of your hand to mine O boy”
— “Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field One Night,” Walt Whitman