Mournful
Ghosts of mist
Float lazily silver
Through neat beams of streetlight: New moss
Softens
The sidewalk
A stag alone in the parking lot
Eats from pharmacy’s tree
Some dim star falls:
Space station
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Litter
In the graveyard:
Outer space’s shadow
Borne on wild autumn wind: stings
My cheek
but me
all mine
strange and wondrous
this thought i keep within –
unheard, unseen, untracked, unknown
to all
strange and wondrous
this thought i keep within –
unheard, unseen, untracked, unknown
to all
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voidful
cold nonebetweens
disabyssing downly
like an inside-out lake dreamt and
forgot
$
“money
isn’t always
evil,” i cringe and stuff
a bald eagle through the eye of
a needle
As Above
Stars at
Fiesole
Above gold Firenze
A caraffe, olive oil, and bread
Alone
Tables
Vacant and still in patient rows
Between the heavens and
The city of
Dante
god’s garden
boring empties
question marked with wormholes
in one hand, the stars – the other
nine, dark
%
Create
Your work with fire –
Fueled by both hate and love –
For yourself, and turn it in by
Friday
gas station
wet fuel
giant scratch-offs
cigarette packs: rainbows
anthropologies of litter
candy
credit
two men cranking old slot machines
arsenals of soda
a beer walk-in
no air
>
Never’s
Getting jealous
My life lasts forever
(Comparing evers to nevers)
I’m still
⨀ 