few characters
knuck tats
vanity plates
good poems
so few characters
if it's going to deliver
each one
must count
knuck tats
the car you bought
center of town
i've been a very hungry squid
i'm sorry i'm an open channel
all the little branches
i sit on the side stairs
it's a temperate evening
at my worst
there's no reason to hold a glance
bowie mug in your kitchen
i don't want to float away
passenger tire
the snow burying that subaru
on the sidewalk
gotta make that little book
end of the bar
twice in my life now
-
on new year's day something changes
i'm not not looking at you
the night took my full notebook
sometimes buzz gives way to muteness
in worried mind
wart remover to tongue
the open register