Flakes (Somebody told me a Russian author called snow God's dandruff)
Does God scratch his head?
Or is this a shake of your mane, waking up?
Be on the alert for white people
They have a tendency to move to the suburbs,
Steal whatever land they can get their hands on,
And then feel like saints about it.
Mirror
Barbers, grocery cashiers, school teachers,
Mothers, children.
The demon must be electric-chair-exorcised;
I know him, he's a nice guy;
Dear murderer no, Dear friend,
Chinese Waterfall Hanging
A streambed of scattered html
India Ink calligraphy willow whispers
Inkitize, digitize, advertise, literatures of longing.
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