On an old school desk in a thrift storesits a dark blue glass bottle.Its neck is slender like a woman's and its body is gently rounded.The blue is so ..
Street pigeons sing in somber disgraceAnd the saxophone cries 'til he's blue in the face.Blood of the city flows the blocks up and downWhile a heartbr..
Fall keeps the night aliveThrough a million city firefliesNeon diner lightsandStreetlamps under treesFoggy silhouettesOf curling branches' leavesCryst..
On the last train car to RichmondYou're the space that fills my headI catch your smile,Across the aisleThe lights flicker dirty redPassing city wastel..
Our breath fogs the windowIn wet morning lightI look up to black-violet cloudsclusters of woolBlanketing jigsaw brick buildingsOur roomdark and edged ..