Pirate Thief Poems

Sun-dress blue to evening-cloak black
all in the span of a short whiskey.
White lights
sterile as a surgeon's cut
...

I wish you were here
with the sunlight streaming in,
and jazz.... delicious jazz
thrumming through the overhead speakers.
...

The old park bears the shiny new buildings
with an ungainly grace
like a grandmother
who tolerates the girl's tiarra
...