like ghosts we continue
our struggle in another place

our lights getting
turned off for us

xekcpi
the caravan

adjacent languages bleed

don't underestimate
the difficulties

our brave troops
forge on

black bird on a pale em'rald field
the soft targets fleet

race cars
whose ads are part of the romance now

who commands the camera
commands life

our folly on wings propels us
to a place beyond satire


Scurry act gulp croon.

(by Christine Brennan)

how benign seem now the machinations
of raygun & co

i still have · a following

all there is to know
about bread mold

time for a cameo
from the landscape
time to find a window

shapka
yellow hat langpo

golden toothpick
gnarly logarithms

depraved judge
in the shadowy corridors
glides

and this troubling crux
refuses to become a problem to solve

hiss
of the last drip from the coffee maker

time to find a window