It's really cold here 
and silver today 
tiny flecks
of snow everywhere

I love you Yoko Ono

I am 1-20 of hundreds
and there is no one on my mind

I am in my house clothes
drinking from a jar
playing out a dream bbq in my head

it's a combination
of last night's fire and the i-ching

fra angelico

the sky is as open as a blouse
and you'll be a woman soon


my dear
fra angelico you wretched thing

why don't you take some coffee
and in the bathroom
in the morning please
clear your throat