Three poems
m loncar

day three (viva las vespa)

if this girl beats me
    at cards    one more time

        I swear

    I'm gonna
        fly her (us)
    to
      vegas

head singed (and depressed)

    i want speed more than anything else
        (and ecstasy after that)

the sunrise hotel (c/o the lily lounge, after 2 am if possible)

the lady here says to raise a toast to the best thing in the world

--the after-typhoon cigarette?

    --a gorgeous sunset falling upon the mists of yangminshan
        on a cool fall evening and you climb on your vespa
            and race off under, into, and then over

the oncoming stars?

    (wrong she said)

        it's pistachios

from Spinning Jenny #5