mine 1997

fluke of lies, eager to me 

Tails crew the garden to Ff

Everything, a cold day 

No, it’s air conditioning 

The garden breathes cold at night 

What color is it, the air? 

Black. Any day now Someone  

Will have stolen the cat again 

Oh, for pity’s sake. Excellent 

Squishy eyes, loquat 

Livermore labs will be calling 

Any day now 

 

SF, Oct. 18, 1997