Alvah Allen

Poetry isn’t about words it’s about the order of words, at the very least, you’re pretty and I’m pretty sure.

for Rick and Debby Say what, Rick? Nothing, I was just talking to that pecan. Either, I’ve lost my mind

The facade falls but, there he stands surrounded by window. The ladder splits

She has Black Sea eyes and Black Sea hair. She washed ashore one day, whole a complete work turned in by the waves.

Poor, little blue jay we should’ve left you where we found you. But, we decided you deserved a Viking funeral. We put you in a plastic bowl

A frame made of branches, a canopy held together with vines, vines covered with grapes. Every night birds come

for Bill I don’t have a band anymore My bass player had to run pick up a prescription

Light goes out from it in concentric circles fading gradually Chiaroscuro until it ends. A lot of people won’t venture any further than

I wonder how far they travelled to get to me, these Armenian cigarettes. They smoke like it was a long, arduous journey and I don’t doubt it was.

Always proofread, always check your work. Go over her again, because, I promise there’s always beautiful things you missed the first time. --October 15, 2015

Babe, I’m so sorry, but to get to just about anywhere from here you gotta go right, straight on through the heart of an almost Unimaginable, Missouri.

Rose, roseate roseate, rose, roseate rose, rose, roseate roseate, rose then set --May 21, 2016

Dedicate it to the 9 Muses dedicate it to 10 or 12, if you want. It doesn't matter, words are cursed. All libraries eventually burn.

I was with Harpo and Chico in the cheap seats when I saw your hat.