they were playing laser tag with real gats under pink cloudsthe shots would linger in the fug

the sun projectedwith all its faults on paper sun spots, pop

traversingme – o, a mockery king of snow with his prismhis desert eagleangular out of the tiny pinhole thisbe melting before the sun of bolingbroke

richard 3 drew his magnumdueledwith his withered hand

the dead man lieshis claw still wriggles in the snow

outside my window is a light box sign saying hotel (blue and white)

lisping carsin the rainwaveslike sleeves that can be rolled up foreverempavonadas scared in the raini note a tunedeveloping rising arousing out of me

carusothe sicilianfor a caressed oneor a child miner of sulphuri’m in the eye of the stormcalmed

persephoneyou’re so funnycars wish by like beesi wish i could put their beeswax in my ears

you’re so frilly

poseidon’s daughters knee me in the gut

with their unbelievable greek softer than air agency

he was like a malady i’d predictednow a boy crying for his mama

ioyou’re so funnymaking love to the waves of cloud

that leave phonymessages that are to die for

so funny that his mama was mistaken for them