A suburb of coffee cups; …
Bert Meyers
Birds drip from the trees. …
See how the moon follows us? …
ocean …
My father was a tender man …
I …
The world’s largest ashtray, …
I looked for you at the cemetery. …
Go to sleep my daughter …
People go home …
I earn a living …
Stars climb girders of light. …
One girl in a red dress leaves the shopping center with empty hands: and you believe in the future—you’ve seen a drop of blood flee from the luminous cells of a corpse. …
The dark birds came, …
Rabbi of condiments, …
There he sat among them …
These days, everything’s bad. …
When I ask for a hand, …
I'm still here, in a skin …
I feel like the elephant …