Saturday, 6 June 2020


hong kong. you are never far from my thoughts.
you are my sister. far, far away. i write this letter to say
you are loved. may we laugh and hold hands
once again. soon. may you always be free in your
heart. your mind. your soul.

Friday, 5 June 2020

june 5

the water comes to a boil
i measure out some grains the
juan valdez to wake me up my
coffee black on a full moon
on a friday. everyone lookin 4 an outlet
i got mine behind these


Thursday, 4 June 2020

june 3

june. thunderstorms broken sleep
boarded up businesses and the national
guard scattered like buckshot all across town
the mindless dumb they thumbing their nose
pulling on straps full face smiling don't
care. under the window some
junky gone pale fishin for a vein
eyes fall back sunk in that old melody
shook up waiting for
the beat


cold city

we would walk and think and wonder
and talk and dream the showers cold
the ice was burning hot how hot
how cold could it be?


Tuesday, 2 June 2020


we livestream through the
heat waves never touching and walk
around the blocks like bandits wondering
what happened to the world we
once knew


Monday, 1 June 2020

hope ina hopeless time

you headed back to the liquor
store for another scratcher you
poured a cup of coffee at the gas
station you walked out
of town on the train
tracks you
recited in your head
the smile
the cashier gave you
the smile
all the hope you
ever had ina hopeless


Sunday, 31 May 2020

back yourself up

i danced to the old songs you played 
when life seemed less lethal less complicated 
by pandemic by racism by sociopolitical

less strung out on manipulated media
in our faces in our pockets in our cell
phones keeping tabs all night and day 

if we let it. i danced freely like
i had some kind of voice some kind of 

in an automated world 
ina cyber reality you really gotta
know who you are. download yourself
before you get 

judged and encrypted

back yourself up