Ed Skoog

Do they mean magic, the flying carpet speeding to our other lives? They have their Indians confused, then, India confused with Persia, reality with story, also my problem, as I drift summer’s green fantasias, documenting. I need what the late sun is alert to, not a heavily pentametered anguish drawing sense from station to station, […]

My dear, entire, and here hear my entreaty for your humble entrée true, already on display for abusers to test for aisle ripeness, for thunk, still to me undisputed your melonry whole and personal I wish preferred and tendered, tendres boutons, untitled. For I would be entitled to their pursuit, apertured perturbers, traffodil lunge, agitated […]

Motto of the precipice, vast periphery, more go than gone, there is no center only the lover on the couch saying don’t go, that old game. Tack a go sign on me too. Preference is made for going away, raised hand from a pale king who shakes the midnight pillbox calypso, so I say no […]