January 30, 2014 § Leave a comment

he knows she is there –
knows by an
amber pinhole
in the dark of the hollow,
the smoke rising

at this hour
she is,
he guesses,
kneading a loaf
on floured oak
to be baked and set
to cool for the morning meal

by dawn he will
be ready to go
he has,
if any body
were to ask,
been ready for a while
until now
waiting to see if
the story of
the two of them
play out as
had written it

the lamp below fades
as dew starts to gather
another chapter
torn out,
pages left on the ridge
a compass and a pocket watch
keeping them
from being
dispersed by
Appalachian breeze

he stands and watches for
the horizon’s glow
thumbs in the straps
of his pack,
under the weight
once again

(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead



January 30, 2014 § Leave a comment

Jeremiah was,
in fact, a common leopard frog
with a glandular, as well as, a drinking problem

(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead

join you in prayer?

January 29, 2014 § Leave a comment

part if you
please with the po-
tatus and
hand us
the kaladdlescoop to
disturb the sauce
and redirect the salters
and pepyrys
say up your likens
and lay down the prayens
as you’re won’t
before stabbin in
with your tines
but fault me not for not noddin
I ha’set aside abundant fines
if that is what you’ll sentence
I cotton to hawkspeak –
not mans as much as wolf-talk, river hymnal as well as
windsom without worryious shame
or hissitation so if you
askes me ’bout what don’t
consider me don’t
expectorate answers
I barter silence for solace
and gets along just fine

(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead

auto #7

January 28, 2014 § Leave a comment

having we
grab truce
I Graffiti I forum = held jurists

faux jaguar used the joys ivory (wears rah jackets)

a dogs fraud twosome
bagged ears
begs upshot
Stags? cur!

boohoo yogi hides in sub-strays there is a bray jobs stasis,
no cud did its bias
Abu jab Isis –
Aid juice duties

(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead & machine

Article at Broadway World

January 28, 2014 § Leave a comment

A nice article written by Mark C. Lloyd

in jettisoning a drunkard’s bouquet

January 27, 2014 § 2 Comments

not one
lacking a daisy kill attitude about the unconscious quenched, is
who said of it
love is a mainly splintered thing

(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead

auto #6

January 27, 2014 § Leave a comment

So, I’m almost what you say
I don’t drive so,
it was going
on mongol –
“don’t say what , do you want”

a pig goal:
used tidily to Gucci itself

bee sauce/dicey oysters

his idiot growls into yell
that forfend the cod god

(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead & machine

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