i would be excited to hold it tickle its little belly and watch it laugh if it cried i would search enthusiastically

i kneel on two bad knees i clasp together two

every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her

there is a man i have never met too often on my thoughts a woman for whose thoughts i have had to c… against other men

we are all worth more than the bread crumbs they throw u… minimum wages

sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul

i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”

race against midnight an eleventh hour dash for the quick finish

coiled in a moment of wonder to ponder the venom of his existen… remembering every instance that he prepared himself to strike with no recollection of hatching

i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems

she heard him crying before the knock at the door two cops with bad news

sometimes a vampire wants to see t… but people of the village keep his… chained shut with garlic they wear crosses around their nec… so that if he ever does get out

visceral were the nights we stood… each of us armed with an instrumen… and hearts that beat like tempos we put on a show but we weren’t put-ons

sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this

early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth