delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it......... Poems

hoverin' hawk moths, sweet fledermaus,
I'd just as soon not go watch Charlie gig frogs...
I may even hide in the lowland mudflaps...
....I'll never tell, and you'd better not, either...y'hear?
...

good that I have only a faceless nonexistence to shout at... by turns to condemn and implore, 'stop hurting him, you cuspidor of uncertain origins... when the sobbing has ended I laugh at myself, distracted and even amused at what could be termed a form of spiritual envy....I hide beneath my rock, afraid,
...

not Greyfriar's...not here,
but in these northern California woods
guess you could say I'm his Bobby...
I could no more move from this place than
...

inform
the work,
the poetry,
the themes...
...

searching
for an adversary
had
taken on a green canary
...

it's
the nevers
and
the never agains
...

....those....
under
milkless hooves......staving off....
ruboscussed...and rubricated...staving off....
...

and she'd have to tell you where.... and how..
.and in what she was steeped....
where she was shrink-wrapped
and
...

Bambi eyes
and
low-slung
jumper
...