My joints ache...

the door creaks...

On hot nights in Toronto old people wander around...

topless.

In Toronto they behead...

their poets for use in public parks

I always dress up in a three piece suit...

before I shower

I've become addicted...

to ice cold water...

Everything is a code...

including language

I have a million images in my head. is this one of those

alternative universes

Girl on a fence

i must go quickly...

my wife calls

Nothing tastes like water...

fresh cold running spring water

They laid down their lives...

beside the roses along the gravel path

Neon signs kept beat...

to the bleeding music...

There were dragons in the grass...

and maidens in the webs

Death is sleep...

without travel miles.

is there anybody here..

to listen to my story...

The chef cleared his...

throat...

a friend of mine lost his sock

and found his mind

birds sang

in the shower

Just smear that...

cream on...

There was someone on the other side...

of my thoughts. Listening.

I used to dream that I would be...

caught. But I never knew what I would be caught at.

The sea rushed in...

and left sand in my eyes.

My friends are all

mute on this lovely evening.

I've got a trout...

caught in my throat.

Belching is a subway

passing through your throat