Where are all the leeches?
When do you need them?
Kicking Pigeons.
The Wi-Fi password?
Copenhagen.
and, this rain?
a Baptism
The Little Boy Is.
Please.
See me through?
Stop That!
What did they ever do?
my heart in your hand
won’t you, won’t you?
Amstelstation,
in two.
You know
it mattered a lot,
the stoically sickening
roaches all gauzy and fever-dreamlike,
the sunset and the sound
You Are Greedy.
Violent,
the weeping willow is
as she stretches her arms to
the algae, to get
closer to home
Flourish-less?
“e para os analistas de plantão: fodam-se!!”