The mallards are all anarchists.
Waiting on a moonlight message, the swallows take their chances on low flying thermals.
The problem of city racoons these days must be rooted in the absence of robotic hedgehogs.
Tell yourself the city used to be civil.
Truth is, this is no city.
It’s a couture mausoleum sponsored by White Castle.
Tag Archives: wharf
Day 132, 2023
[No, not ghosts, per say…]
out of 3 AM wharf shadows
the haunted wander, then return
taking the form of scrub trees
by the exit ramp.
Day 128, 2023
(post-Derby)
after the storm, the city swept clean
the old homeless man with crocodile tears
bares his teeth, hisses, then digs through
trash cans on the wharf
