index

outlast the heat on
so many crystalline days
like candied lemons

sun-struck crazy, he laughs
great peals of madness; a cloud
of asphalt off-gas

sweat-slick sheets strangle
suburbs at a time, we are
alltogether alone

would that I could think
unkempt thoughts; the swans too take
flight on stiffened wings

from double-glazed lakes
the carp leap for dragonflies,
tasting all-the-same

boom in vacant sky:
mechanical thunderclaps,
and contrails are born