052117c

Gangsters in my eyes

your

mood

slithers

into my

not unreceptive

brain; we’re off into glistered streets

looking for trouble we’re gonna find: up against brick

under name-scarred tables, between

familiar thighs

hope we both

make it

back

home

051017b

moon
beam
dancing
or are you
doing some web work
toe spinnerets are just the thing
limber spiderfolk, bit by radioactive peo-
ple, they have the best of both worlds
this web says "Eat Me!"
meaning some-
thing op-
-po-
site

101616

Small Blessings

there

are

no ghosts

of humans

these hardy folk left

spirits you can touch, see, and hear

wailing through the crumbling cities with their loud regrets

groping us and stealing trinkets

like jackdaw zombies

thankful I

don’t need

much

sleep

mirrored fibonnaci-no ku

Result of a writing-group exercise

020216b

Re-taking World Building 100

no
don't
push it
red buttons
always cause trouble
I should not have let you in here
this one switches between inflation and contraction
it's going to shrink until poof!
it's there but not there
and I get
an "F"
a-
gain