thought I was immune
to fata morgana's wiles -
I am desert bred -
but my mouth is full of sand
scooped from a dried-up wadi
mac

the dream of love

seems particularly hopeless

this afternoon

not even one man in the street

I can pin my fantasies upon

~K~

this same fly
belly up on the ledge-
just yesterday
did I not see it buzzing
against my hospital window?

-spg

moth batting itself
senseless
against the lampshade
it will be a long night
for both of us