the past curls into its grooves of darkness
pic of putin behind bars what should happen but never will
the earth's not the problem it's one foot opposing the other
coat pockets, water, and a notebook I'm ready to wander
youth is on the greener side of the fence
flickering lights the electric bill looking up at me from the table
cedar beam the past curls into its grooves of darkness
night walk in the fog clears my head
where he used to live the bicyclist pedaling through Chernobyl
