gogyohka cluster

 watching the strange story

of Robert Durst—

remembering 

the pizza guy's 

gold teeth 

what of 

those yellow flowers...

the summer that i 

met him in Galveston 

we were reckless 

somewhat 

quiet night 

eating slices

of pizza the guy

brought me

parked cars 

in this parking-lot 

on the counter 

a rotting apple continues 

rotting 

'not guilty' 

for some man...

on the deck 

of a southbound yacht

soaking up sun 

hanging 

on a nail 

behind the room door

maman's muumuu

that bold blue color

midnight work-shift...

eating slightly cold 

slices of pizza

i avoid 

coffee altogether