(for Tilmann)
In the mosh, June Cool is bouncing
The table didn’t look antique. Ancient maybe, but not antique. How anything like that could be worth $1000, Max could only wonder. Of course, Julia practically fell over it.
Some nights I’m hot, like I have fire in my fingers. Everything I know about…
There was once
I see bees
billions of bees buzzing
buzzing to themselves and at each other
stinging, fighting, ignoring each other
Days passed like clouds in moonless nights
his absence from our room an empty glass.
My sightless eyes were never missed;
3 + 4 Plus Sin
(A Blues Poem)
while underneath the dark live-oak we lie
the darkness tight around us in the weald
the moon is throwing white light on the field
come on in for the greatest sale on earth
no better deals anywhere
it’s all here and more
you want nothing but the real thing cause you’ve got
