It's 9:30 am; hi, Gina.  The air is full of burning wood.
What is there to do in St. Paul, Minnesota?  Besides
Coke Zero and gum in the airport, I'm shaking 
From too little sleep, too many pills, or too little food.
"No one writes about the streets any more."
I'm somewhere else than anywhere.  Larry Fagin's
First book in a dozen or more years.  Who's
The hottest painter?  In the Beep Beep Gallery
Someone inserted a car and we all smell exhaust.
Someone open a window to this poem!!!  It's
Icy and wanting to become a sonnet but
Falls short.  The car was up on blocks.  Always
Ask the musician before you buy the microphone 
Stand.