one twenties

under the lights

the supermodel shows well

then backstage draggin on 

Slims 120s

lambasts the makeup girl 

for missing her

mole. you can conceal yourself

airbrush awhile

the spirit likes to watch

you exhale. it all goes up

in smoke 


typewriter. four

we drank coffee and squeezed oranges
in the morning. canadien whisky
at night with milk. smoking
4 finger lids

the letter c
started to stick
i had to find oil
and take arms
she was essential
to my vocabulary

tuning our guitars together
swimming out past the
sandbar to the lone buoy
the hammerheads liked to