baby babble . . .
neon words crawl across
an urban sprawl
screw loose sir?
a hooker's invitation
into madness
silver-tongued dawn
a  hatchling opens its eyes
to the world's edge
dead-end street
autumn and winter
face to face
first quarter
moons bud-swelling
her blouse
exposing
layer on layer
old sea levels
rebel yell
Groucho dusts off
his manifesto
word by word
a new beginning
with each sound
 
earth shadow
a swinging voter
darkens the poll
encircling me
the hiss
of her eyes