Electric barns.Xenophobic, queer barns.Petrified Barns.Gravestone barns.
News was serious.He read the Ladies and Gentlemen bulletin.The mask was warm, luminous.
My thoughts burn with snow–the hazards of Alabamasummer haiku.
Sometimes I can’t tellif she’s eating yogurt ortubes of clown makeup.
Her hand cups the rain,while my ears cup her laughter.Then–daylight thunder.
Every banner says“Now Hiring” victims.The task of the branded.
I feel as out of place as the steel drums on the Commando soundtrack.
Now you can createyour product that generatesmarket bonanza.
The correspondent received honors in the waron his first book.