breath of sky on her spine creeping, chilly blows flow down to her thighs the slightest summer wind

back aboard the ship Captain Luna sat with Bart pressing him; how’d you manage this little slip? you were once my savvy knight

Lawn clippings left in my mouth Finest cheese weed Couldn’t produce a lick of saliva buzzing from the sativa August 12, 2023

we are still evolving who have we become our thoughts and doors revolving all problems still need solving as we orbit our dying sun

I’ll never wake up next to her so, I hold her in my dreams. I dare not speak my heart, left my thoughts in sleep. we sit upon a park bench

golden angel hair strands upon the earth needles of the bull pine scattered on the grass and dirt trap fallen raindrops

strings that bind manipulate each step we take future, past, present-day threads tangling

Been called a jabroni for lighting a stogie. Inhaling the relief, exhaling my grief. Dawn, August 13, 2023.

Djarum special. Spice of smoke. On my porch, breathing tobacco and clove. 2pm, August 13, 2023.

perched upon the table made of oak and maple stones carved of cedar and sycamor… is grandpa’s checkerboard when mom and dad play rummy

I pray every one of their children… Lord, make it so. I pray one of their sons murders them in cold blood, while the rest of their kids cover…

smoke of my cigarette fades into the clouds perspective from my squinted eye through my dusty glasses dusk, August 11th, 2023

from the barber chair mirror he watches the fear in their eyes a forty lb coo-coo clock hangs on… covered in a dozen years of dust the dust isn’t important at all

soldiers take the field foam swords and shields Costume City troops dressed in batman suits they paused for lunch at noon

Uniform yellow lines you stretch out to the curb. The lines that stretch in blue are already reserved. Long white lines stretching down t…