murder we wrote on our iphone; a blogging burst.
remembered my hair on the wind if not me in time,
taking the easy bliss, wayfaring a crust of the great
ocean road, ditch-dumb & secured against felt-hats,
glib out of the green, rasping the hearth of every rsl.
a deleted alpha-numeric-string whips up sunlight,
against larvae patterns sight-unseen, sonar groper
dreamt mid-ovulation. i moved in with my parents.
cavafy on the trampoline like it’s the boxing-day test.
he came made of foil & an indeterminable half-life,
looked nice, spotty not dappled cluing us in to swarm-
universals, ho-hum, correspondences. listserv my
luscious heart out. you suck but hey: earnest eviction-
papers eyed by the common swallow. how about me.