or humanity
sun chops through bowling
the six forty
essential as a fax machine
here’s some good advice
demand luxembourg in the alley
who knows his motivation?
you simply hold all available
hands outward, palms up;
six whistles
doddering thru
tropical depression
her brunette history
stole
of friendship
as a friend places his twisted
erased
bottle durango — no one owning anything
of a sugar shell
one by one
after thermite nights
authoritative as a poet
listening to sparrows pr plans bombfall
or pins rattling inside out
what does it taste like?
in the back of mike’s
from one who demands better worm
it’s all
you can do
unless
his palms to yours
the inert grenades
slowly beautifully you’ve nicked
luxembourg or humanity
hands into hands
