The Ghost of Mayonnaise and Kisses (30/49)

party down the road

i can’t remember

a novel’s title

white light swooping up

an old brown bookcase

you said she’d never

dressed up in the thrift store style

friendly with a foreign tongue

certain sense of belonging

you said she’d never but she

in all her white laced glory

she swooped down on me and did

filled me with the kiss of life

Rhythm (13/15)

jack under bebop

came to aid

a flailing drummer



follow these cold calls

direction of dream

headset falling off

Snowangels (29/41)

scraps of standard oil

make a kind of new design

just slip in cassettes

when the AP reads all wrong

light a smoke and drive

listening to jazz

with the windshield wipers on

and it dawns on me

we’re just snowangels baby

angels in the glow

it’s nuclear wintertime

and we’re snowangels



Spider (14/10)

spider hovers in blade one

with a shotgun microphone

picking out the pearls

from crosstown traffic

Edge of Crash City (20/21)

snarl of metal barbs

cold river’s blue edge

a black and white sign

stop! danger! poison!

under flourescent moonlight

frogman from the desert side

swallows up to the surface…