Hunger Pangs   The live oak stamped on an opaque winter sky, its branch web intricate as kirigami. The chalky sky remains unaltered, unattended: taut, blank, no rain in sight,

seduction i cannot stop thinking about you lost as usual in a tango of growls and bites and swallowing whatever spills from our sketchy history grief and sweet gobbledygook if

Skull Traffic   You, street-walking talking innuendo Street-sweeping sleeping bagged non-influential existence tangible anguished languishing despair constructing wooden vowels hammering consonantal nails straitjacket stuff, clinical, Prozacian,, lithium whacked out depression

Swan I rub out the sun with an eraserglue stars onto the skycut out the moon from a National Geographic I arrange lampson empty streetslighting one at your favourite bench Fallen leavesrustle

it would be niceafter Frank O’Hara it would be niceto be sat here, having a beer with you.the sun is splurging orange over the sky, and thehorizon is doing that thing