Shall we as ghostly fireflies,witness moonlit atrocities together,perched on windless gravestones to take this chance, as transient beingsserendipitously trappedin the wintry wineglasses of alleyway devotees; They witnessed once, how their gem-encrustedshipyards brushed the sky, brought down a rainof carnivorous silvers- & decked a church with neon roses,spat mica onto the heathens’ hands Come back to…

The Banker: petunias floating in a molten river ofpennies, what makes up simpleblood & bones, the killers waiting for a beggar’s ragdollbetween the emaciated fringes carving outFifth Avenue — & what now? Will Laura surrender all worldly oysters to be wrappedin a navy apron (out of sight, out of mind)on the prowl for spare change,…