dull cerulean
commute for bloodwork
Romanesque church among the trees

suicide is nothing but
taking depression to the next level

collect all the yellow
blinking lights · a skein
of fireflies

the road sliced to ribbons grinds
its nervewracking fugue

homestead my blind spot
the way to the hospital
i know so well

so far back in the queue
not even rumors reach

swift view
of the unfinished overpass
black ribs against pale sky

gray cloth partition
absorber of so much bad news

a button gone
from this shirt · a hole
in that

two dollars in my hand
medical valet parking



Park far, Triphibian.


Fierce.


"Thanks, America’s crazy right wing. We couldn’t have ignored our most important problems for three decades and thereby made them much worse without you."