tennessee has floridian aspirations
gatorized by the bye and bye
oh old Umass
Boris Becker
was Bjorn again

locked down energy
in bed and in the night's
eye

foghorns sleep walking
in torn sheets

bouts of archery on green fields
of tender dystopic myopia

claiming the win as the cars
still race

unshaved and drinking coffee
waiting for a mountain range
and a specific yeti like emotion

go despondent one leave this house
find your way alone

be at one with the almighty be still
line the pockets
with foreign finances

glancing toward the newspaper
as the plane prepares to take off
its last pale under things


sweet breath of cologne
the mirror was a window she sat quite alone
"Rosemary"