it is the eleventh
hour the new born
wear purple we don't know how
to protect what is not
ours I learned from the nuns
a conjunction will rivet
a hovel and a diamond and now
a polka dot tie crosses the street
importam values leverage
and there are whispers
invidious impulses voices
whispering in snowfall whispers
destroying the house of the beetle
the claw of the rat
I want to go away
I want to pick up the telephone
a tormented swan an eye
john knoepfle
