Sampurna Chattarji: First-person Singular
June 17th, 2015Look. I am emerging from fingers of grass.
Hedonist grass-man, me.
Head of lead soul of tin heart of golden syrup
I rip-off ofs from every animal vegetable thing.
I slit air-vents into duct tape
I seal off exits I slowly carve apertures
That will help me speak
My
Ventral
Mind.
Kaisersucht
June 16th, 2015Impotentia recipiendi Deum I
write these big words,
adopting them in my squeezing way
in mind Keith Waldrop:
As the wave reaches the church, it
Separates right and left and the edifice is
Embraced. Confabulation fills the gap.
Sampurna Chattarji: Tintinnabulation
May 20th, 2015The image rings a bell in the inner ear of purloined wolf.
Watch the rabbit run.
The awful finagling tweedle inside sardine dins.
The twang of twine.
It is intentional.
Throttle openers tot up the score.







