enough has happened for me to see Aloysha with ingenuity.

they withhold my wages for the sick.

my boredom types on the invisible keys until august.

with three spikes, the sentence fell into the radiator
and hung like a bat.

if i want the drums to stop i'll sign a different lease.

they carried Aloysha away last night,
the organic juices rising with her loon birds.

the walls in him drench. six cartons of white rice fall
from the spinning bike.