Smug lit eyes empty plastic walks beside legs of focus— a head that bobs like it…
Crushed against a will, direction compromised by the angle of your cigarette – whole…
Slogging fury does tricks — lands between a hand, an ass, a broken finger — the breath sent into…
Old songs – under the hot kitchen window – would it be too onerous to ask the birds to play a different…
Angled crossways to the world, flaps against 40 kmh wind — then walks back to the bloody spot —…
Sitting cold black chair – rushing toward no future, glancing off one more labyrinth-fleeing — the…
Eyes swallow what they can before distortion kicks in, muddies up the waters —…
A new great gash in the blind — lips for seeing half the world, and the other half pools in curtains…
She sweeps hair out of lipstick figures, sketches the living, and some of the dead –…
Saying right out more than it means — the crave of this next body, the body beside me…