A Whole Night

Orange light from cracked door,

I want to dance.

 

This is my calling,

I have no calling. 

 

for Alex

 

 

Walk to Panera for Coffee Poem

 

US oil companies want “serious guarantees”

Blown-out Jack In the Box drive-thru speaker

 

Are you filming me? stop filming me

The smell of bloomed jasmine, piss & orange chicken

 

 

Poem for Meredith Hunter

 

ten feet on in blind darkness. there’s no reason to hassle anybody.

we cry into each other’s arms. the police are the ones here

pronouncing the dead. the night should be

a total inkvoid you can’t see out of.

 

 

Hot Water Senryū

 

hot water is out

everywhere, the whole building

—but you smell so right