ad hoc

ad keys

jesus knew he'd skate
and slap shot like the great
one

fiscal piff

if you are in trouble
let it fall

post appocalypse

too patches of gas
spread a mirage on the black
yellow, red, green,
a blue sky in between
each feather's filter
a duck and a duck duck duck dither
where now the ice is stocked
and ten dollars, frozen in spot
they flock and they bop
and I sit and I watch
my feet drawn to the top
where water and time are not

brisk

rollicking
ice cracking shattered and gone
gravelly snow thrown round
the house drifts shift  and shiver