This is getting serious. I’ve just got to see you live. Ninety nine rabbits with big fangs can’t be wrong. I’m stuck in a lower east side case machine looking cool, if not cold. Let’s not get old, forever moulded.…

i’m not sure why your windows are all shut said a man with a beer gut & tan don’t you know that the change’s coming sooner than you think (but we all shook our heads had some more to drink…

the sky’s gone orange mining & we’re left to wander (i’m waiting for a change in a tunnel filled with gas panic someone flipped me the bird it was a canary (shortly dead & the day remained sunny (zero chance…

she rains heavy & she rains late i syndicate the weather & report with coffee like a tiny brown moon circling in the white cup made with two hands holding clouds up at sunset her eyes are red the rain…

who will harbour you when the seas erupt harbour when the grave is shallow & leaks who willed this place of calm into being it’s a small harbour when the shots ping & hit i will harbour you when the…

that place where we all someday hope to die or rot at least (our skins like autumn leaves a shelf or two devoted to each mind aloof or in solidarity with those whose fame exceeds our own (no matter now…