Blending
the shadows o’ the cherryblossom leaves
& the words on Skippy’s wall.

Blending
the shadows o’ the cherryblossom leaves
& the words on Skippy’s wall.

Spring shopping ~
I encounter
a shiny pidgeon.

Summer April ~
looming o’er me,
half moon.

Occupy
the pigeon army ~
¡Pizza Time!
April rain ~
missed it
reading shitty news.
Flying ’way
7/11 ~
bashful crow.

<I think 2021 will be a very good — >.
Shut the fuck up.
midday may ~
breaking quarantine
sitting ducks

The hummingbird said to me that day,
<Just whistle & I will fly you ’way>;
but I couldn’t whistle,
but only make pathetic puffy-lip spurts,
& so it left me to be devoured by vultures.