Levitating / Behind a wall / Over the living sea

Is there ever simplicity?

You must understand -- he doesn't see the world clearly.

A new poem for this day.

Fame, like fire, / makes its own weather.

The fact of the airborne heart, / that gritty, wet red engine revved...

The all-too-fleshly presence of these / one-time suitors sets me on edge.

"Most rich people who buy Godiva chocolates/are douchebags who have never/read a book of poems."

On the bright present and fading past of Literary LA.

This city is quiet / as though it's cried itself out.