six birds fly the form of freckles near your mouth i knew that you were the face of god that the sky was there for reading

god told me to get a haircut i was looking for my haiku about winter i dream i am already at work between the cars of the train a single...

i want to taste the female flavoring in your skin in your mouth to begin writing place the tip of the pencil at the top left corner of...

it’s a different city with you gone everywhere is coded with the lack of you i saw more i watched for did not participate in any tableau...

it seems like a thousands years ago i was in miami for the fairs writing poems on the hotel note pad at the Shearbourne and every year...