la matadora’s cape
glides along horns
that bellowing bull
894/post debate
sparrows peck oats
from cow dung
trickle down economy
893
a pot of water
whistles up a new life
pomegranate tea
892
cocktail napkins
wee verses scribbled
in the wee hours
891
power outage
TV, WiFi lifeless
dragonflies whisper
890
TV-genic smiles
spin the unspinnable
trumpmongerers
889
crowing and clucking
somewhere in the condos
who’s not buying eggs
888
late night music
crickets and sounds
of pee on bushes
887
death will be like birth
no regrets and looking
forward to everything
886
on the tip
of my temporal lobe
a friend’s name
885
flashes of gray
ripple through treetops
squirrels
884
fall sneaks in
don’t need a calendar
the bones know
883
to make a death rattle
clear your throat politely
letting the angel
handling reservations
know you’re next
882
petals pressed and dried
fall from a book
love long unspoken
881
dry drunk on applause
addicted to the crowds
he’ll say anything
