| Balalaika laugh She fits in my arms like a Nested doll |
| Blue Meanie Blue bike in winter Tires are flat from the cold Icy doom |
| Last Night A swallow left in Last night's Labatt Blue bottle Damn fine luck |
| When did I Stop believing in the words To jazz songs? |
| My flash paper love Burns to my fingers but the Skin's too thick for pain |
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| 1 November, 2001 Radiator steam I get a glimpse of spring dew though it snows |
| For now even bulbs curl in thier paper jackets sleeping until spring |
| willows turning gold from a funeral walking black gloves in hand |
| in the rain the scent of peonies: wine and milk drunk always at night |