Giuseppe, and part-time somewhere in the Ozarks,
near the Gasconade River, where there are also many
I’ve heard there is an
event horizon waiting,
quietly, at the
hollowed-out hearts of typhoons,
tornados and hurricanes.
White Noise
A city full of
transient winds, and a head
full of birds (with a
mainline hotshot of all the
white noise of the universe).
A Few Good Laughs and
a Comfortable Grave
In the end, don’t we
all just want a little bit
of dignity and
respect, a few good laughs
and a comfortable grave?
Night Mail
He’d told us he’d been
out delivering the late
night mail of dreams (like
paper lanterns set adrift
on the dark river of sleep).

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