Just tipped chairs
bottles and brooms.
It’s closing time
in Gnashville.
Sad I tarry, solitary
O Utrecht!
My heart rang the servant upstairs
Draw me a bath, please, a hot bath
Maarsseveense Plassen
Words go like water
Where you want or do or don’t.
We’ll be wet yes
but then we won’t
Perspective
The old horsebit reductive
He says he didn’t know —
presumed what was just over the fence,
and red and green and obvious,
was made to order for teeth
like these
Firelight
You do and undo me
You loop your will through me
Utrecht Journal 