out, west (a response)

west street ? i remember too
studded leather &almostvomit on
the nightime newspaper steps
&ghosts of
underthecounter crank whose ashes we
percolated
&never waking
[...]

four night haiku.

1 our throats s[t]ing
the valley full
with smoke

2 each day is
a prayer
on television

3 rain we
dug a bed on
the hill

4 churchlights
flicker like
films fear of god