old cities warm and sky

snare-wrung fighting doves
floating place, possession of
stone perching faces

some january morning in january

blue leather boot strap
toe tap mittens out the back
balled snow sneak attack

accordion air

sharply sighs machine
with memories of dancing
taverns, streets, and halls

nowhere for the price of a smile

passenger seating
with strangers' conversation
the token express

a shared trajectory makes a rich journey

three abreast a cart
wheel slow started family
set out in consort

a weathered walker's advice to the ill-fated

grab hold strongly, son
it's ugly and wants you dead
but you can break it

jerry, the former mc, overcame his susceptibility to infomercials

shrewdly dubious
to lack-wit testaments, I,
take mine by finding

robot ropes can roll themselves

sea breeze coiling steel
synchronizing ripple joints,
man-less thinking ships

contour explorers

copy back my map
of Africa tonight, love
through your lines we'll walk

the writing instrument that remembered

every doled drop
leaving home this bleeding tool
to record the more