Tuesday, March 17, 2026

delicate days

thoughtful empty weather
makes a place for you to
love in and love you do

in a cartoon of a house
a dormered window me
fists under my chin dreaming
eyes under my brows calm

singing,
mandarin songs
only mothers know

the roof is also old
so father invents work
in a white 2000s model
Dodge Ram 2500 van

armoring immigrant
owned businesses–
corner stores, beer stores,

all along Old York Rd
I delighted in all sorts
of Vietnamese delicacies
squatting on asphalt flats

Monday, March 9, 2026

softwar

0830 meetings non brutal
remote life means remote war

50k a drone in the back of a bed
it can play CDs and'll kill you dead

i read today searing skies shroom
the strait is closed––there is no food

there is soon to be no water
just the black rain all over again

tomorrow say the wicked and dumb
it was a war we justly won

but was it a figma of my imagination
or was it just a piss poor outlook