A window imagines remote constellations
unreachable city regardless it shines shines now again side-by-side
seventh-floor view and this city so like itself
Backlit, shoulder struck bright; a shadow a mark of you.
day casts spiny certainties into corners and it’s clear that I am or you are not
It might collapse at any moment, the room; might come apart at the seams.
sound decaying within the ear
Underwater what the heart can do.
ROLLINS: HAVE YOU HEARD OF THE TERM, WEDGE ISSUE?
THE BIG ONE SITTING RIGHT HERE IN THE KCRW ROCK MOSQUE IS ME, YOUR VOICE OF CHOICE
FANATICS! IT IS TIME TO GET UP, DROP YOUR THONGS AND LIGHT UP YOUR BONGS!
WHY DO I ALWAYS GO THERE? IT'S THE COUGH SYRUP.
You walk into the sunlight to make yourself happy.
“Mamma, how many days do we have left to live?”
the future comes to me with a horrifying screech
First we were somewhat Italian,
The snow falls, picks itself up, dusts itself off
