Staires

in a while, crocodile,
all your tears will be worthwhile

Vanity

the baby bones the wheels
you can hear their tears
unfortunate attacks,
avalon turning black
to everything
i blame that high tv detail
soaking sights of city lights
surrender still

can we stand still?
the ghost wants he
and everything
stands naked in the memory
of time and space locality
the rooting beans of anarchy

broadcasting

wine

in vanity

Source:

Limp

you stray dog,
you bad wheel.
get over this,
get over here.