Spare parts
urban mountain
time to climb
ignore the legs
dream of faults
a hazy edge
wheels spinning
turnstiles glistening
watch band tight
gut too saggy
half eaten bread
days of life
teasing boredom
yet wide awake
behind Mr. Bloom
Call forward
shaped back
time over present lapped
Buses free today
Sweat cooled to
Chill opened up for
Sit in silence
Conversation
Jazz music sits
A stilled memory
Pair of wake
Waking perplexity
Need for transit
for better place
and better mind
Sparks and spread
this is outward
this tale beckons
Problem child
Life pen to turn
Lights off to shy air
Bring me the rising
Light on some dead
7 Bodies, 7 stabs
Tokyo’s neon erupts
Volcano in pitch black
Tribes open fire
That planet side
That planet rubdown
Cop rub down
Let go my belt
Oustanding hat trick
On poke of jags
Flora on flora
Come back to bullet
Change water shirt
Turn on eyesight
Release nominatives
Trigger the wretched
Bloom half of all
Price of development
Sheer sheen wood
Bow down to feet
Postulate for posture
Poor cannon fodder
And behind us too
Limits for projects
Tasty as derivation
Parallax prestige please
Impartial, me there
All this waterfront noise
Weeks of the Wendigo
Up on the city
Fire spokes belatedly bore
Abhorring the speaker
Perchance you as medicine
The youthful grimace giant
Perpetual pardon flanks
And my right yawn too
Sunder down the suds
Take along tie-down, flakes
The ride and a balance
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