impressions

into a delicate world I place myself into a delicate world
a bull amidst a giggle of girls lovely manga boys in dark
school uniforms this morning’s suited men their loosened ties
one less noose to slip flowing through a night of lights fast
drunk away on hungry weekends flee the birds and families to
calculated parks inlaid with maple and cherry trees thick
hardy stands of pine this sun takes to my skin a kiss again
again it kisses my skin I sweat through the persistent
caress

opening remarks

It is very dark where I am now. A moon thin as paper cuts
prettily into the sky. Lights on the ground devour the
winking lights above; one can hardly see Ursa tucked beside
her cub.

My mug of ice and coke settles noisily as I type out this
little note.