snow the president will undress the nation



The Moon Looks Down and Laughs


Frank, I'm worried about you. p.s. don't forget to take out the garbage

lady sings the blues

the way rooftops are kettles that resemble pigs are syringes

buckets of gold are bridges

all around us spirals into worthiness

the cup of glass rabbits is enveloped

by turnips dressed as policemen

the inquisitor's glance bares a question from the sun

fire-linked fences of gratitude buffalo

eyebrow-storm in nettles

river'd excretion unbuttons daylight

sky composed of serial killers

silver medallions pocket the indifference

a moor of blockaded bears

a crystal chandelier has been found by the molten lake of dreams

turquiose lips on a lightbulb

how slowly the chairs leave the room, lowering their doe-like eyes

papa is made of sugar

ten miles beneath the radar

just as every other day, the hinges of the flame have teeth