Crumpled rug sits

(Crumpled rug sits...) John T. Pearson

Crumpled rug sits beside box, cardboard

much has fell upon this house planks creak with wear and a bit of fishing line wound around tree dangles as if a fish would leap

the log you cut one winter's night stands now on its side pine bark like a hedgehog

this house has stood lent weight to lake's bank it has reviewed trail's of rippled dredge leaf, on top of leaf, on top of leaf

and we too have stood by stumbled gaze at instance caught homing ourselves

for Zsuzsa

Condemned PearlChan

Coming out of lecture After dozing Dante's Inferno I have lost the path that does not stray Push through heavy doors Blink twice Hard drops hit my face The gate is locked When can I eat my doughnut? Squashed Boston cream waxed paper bag Cold nose dry mouth Terza della rima Musical words that I can't sing