michael riley


minuscule introversion
the genius of this and that
a pink floor barking
in writer’s block
a voice queued in 3am
curvilinear like
a sous chef’s fingers
castor sugar
on a stop watch


box office cuffs
heeled fudge/onomatooeia
coffees sans bridges/clint eastwood soliloquies
mosquitoes plod ala mules

birthday cards in the hertz rent-a-car
curly hairs in my lisp

she came in war holding glasses

we were second
third magpies thirst like blunt needles

out of the darkness they came
she came in war holding glasses
we watched them bless her

and neither here nor there

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