lockdown . . .
the only friend I have
old radio
rush hour
my eyes stick
to the tower clock
constipation
a mosquito
in the restroom
lazy day . . .
ironing to
my favourite song
lockdown . . .
the only friend I have
old radio
rush hour
my eyes stick
to the tower clock
constipation
a mosquito
in the restroom
lazy day . . .
ironing to
my favourite song
the dried channels
of long dead rivers
my etched face
missing them all
a day moon sails
in the blue wind
grade school inhaling
a mimeographed
pop quiz
film noir
a slim curl of smoke
from the barrel
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