One drag left tonight

I still taste your air sometimes

Last breath for a while

The tip jar runs dry

I have faith in you, honey

Cancer won't take that

Dearest love, unknown

You were promised rubber clouds

A fetus, ne'er more

Chemtrails mark the hour

Your heart, a colouring book

Bay of Fundy blues

Her heathen came home

I'd say he never loved you

Snow mounds melted him

Kangol hat

Starlings envy you

Bar stools creak

The Thinker statue

surrounded by cell phone fools

Pups drool, restlessly

Three succubi charge

Hollow men grasping serpents

while ivory roars

The swing set went rogue

Tim Cook pilfered your childhood

You noticed neither

Sweetgrass burns tonight

Ombré jellyfish glide south

What wisdom moves you?

Jewelweed tonics

The moon looks pink to me, Nick

Lightning man swims home

Handsaw lumberjack

Most Tuesdays taste like rhubarb

Weekends, we boil jam

My Sprite emits the

aroma of burning birch-

Compound bow cancers

Grown men bathe in the

brown hot tub under the bridge

Train cops, their landlords

We all dream the same

Blue sweaters won't define you

We're all rockets, kid

Feathered fedora

I weep when they play your songs

Yankees won't get it

Heaven, on your left

The train still chugs through Farlane

What god, you pagans?

The expo hall fills

Creatures in varied garments

Yogurt unites us

Unassuming slaves

We harvest untamed onion

We stomp, indignant

It seldom parts, right?

Treat her kindly, she's earned it

Decades are for ants

Ghostly train station

Tired men sob in the food court

Whose absence eats them?

Blue boy rarely smiles

Real men cherish worms, he says

You birds feed off worms

The wall needs new paint

A man dangles off the roof

Superficial woes

Squirrels mean mug you

When did we stop frolicking?

Park peace stays mundane

Tread lightly, he'd say

Ants often die underfoot

despite lively breath

Her fingers twist curls

It pains you, beautiful fool

You'll wince less, in time

Careers vexed the lad

He'll sound the chime of reprise

The knife man, he'll be

You straighten your hair

Some rock doves have cream plumage

Shame, unwarranted

Witness Jehovah?

Our best people mimic moss

I'd hope crawfish sing

Who discharged board games?

Night clubs are for lost tourists

Gregarious toads

Birch trees shed

You donate your clothes

Old skin burns

Eat the rich, you scream

Counter culture is not real

You're misled, buzzcut

You mangle nice shirts

Communism is for rich kids

Resent your driveway

Vermin fill the yard

NyQuil embodies Sunday

Indifference breeds

Befriend moths, he says

Oh to rest on velvet stones

My god has jaundice

Thank your lunch lady

I dream of Scottish lumber

Hear the bullfrogs' song

Crazy eyes, forced drawl

This town requires no charade

Anamorphs sport heels

We seek refuge by

emotive chlorine geysers-

Time zones restrict us

Be more than cordial

You reek of burning oatmeal

Kiss these floors goodbye