fogged out night
of fogged out stars
an orange kind of gray
the halos hum
around their streetlights
and then you hear that drunken call
Erringnesses in Perfection Class (Finnegans Wake 279.n1)
I have three new poems up at On Barcelona: "Caprico(u)rn", "Goldfish", and "And Rest in Silence". They represent the range...
