I took driver’s ed.

from a man later proven

to be a criminal and liar.

I was in that car graveyard

dodging rats,

on the corner of Bathurst

and College St; north, just above

Little Italy. flags fly

It was National Mud Day. The day everybody in the large community worked outside in the garden, yard or field.

I’m feeling better, Patricia, but I’m thirsty for your blood! 

Next time you pass that group of misfits and winos, sitting around a bench smoking charred roll-ups, and swigging from black cans in the midday sun while most good folk are hard at work, I want you to stop and look at their faces.

Jaz talked in a rat-tat-tat manner and we made fun of him behind his back but we played with him because he had a knife.

At times there was an army between us

his hairy belly and my hard head

the lake we swam in an ocean to me.

you were only legendary

for spreading your own rumors

He was leading a trolley full of coins down the sidewalk.

bone could pierce me, inside

in some hidden place, I too

have bones, to pierce the clouds

Upstairs, James Bond is about to have a laser beam slice through his cajones.

Dad’s best friend had three beautiful daughters,

one of whom I dreamed of.

This list was of the 10 best people, not the most famous people.

A ferret swims through yellow grass,

hunting the wolverine.

ruth’s sporting an old-timey kentucky derby hat.

“Did I invite you in? I don’t believe I did.”

One year in seven

the apricots

embody the sun

Another hurricane approaches

and perhaps an earthquake will arrive

It is not like painting a fence, Algorithm swears