Pleasant but alarming like the smell of burnt popcorn

A woodpecker is hammering a tree

the Special was a bead of panic

crying out for infinite mercy

Poet within poet seduces me

I turned onto the wrong freeway today

Our first avalanche forbade us from dancing

you think we have time but we only have distance

Dying in the name of some thing that would not do the same for you

there’s a god living somewhere