MAGNETIC STREET AIR
IT COMES WITH A BEAT, YO!
NOVEMBER HARD WINDS
CUTTING SHARP LIKE A SPARROW
SERPENTINE GREASE
WAFFLES OUT OF THE BISTRO
SLITHERS ‘LONG WINDS
ON DOWN TO THE PEEP SHOW
THE WINTER SUN YAWNS
RECLINES LIKE A WIDOW
RED STREAMING SKY
PAINTED ON LIKE AN EASEL
LIFE RATTLES ON
A STORM SHAKING THE WINDOWS
A FIFTH AVENUE SLIDE
ROLLING DOWN LIKE A BARREL