Friday, March 28

Sunday, March 9

This is Poetry.

Friday, March 7

His Tree Her

He went to the window and saw them: men, three of them, in orange vests and protective hats and shoes. He saw the slices of her there. One of the men was about to make another cut, so the better part of her would fit in the bed. The other two were gathering her remnants. They grasped her thin limbs and dragged them across the pavement and tossed them, one on top of another. Her lifeless limbs seemed to shake with fright when they fell. He walked closer to the window, looked down, and saw the last of her. Thirty-three rings, one for each year. He remembered what the landlord said. He woke from the chainsaw sound.

Wednesday, March 5

Stepping on wet blocks

Dog Lifts
into a Hatch back

The Scholar Smiles
a baseballcap brim

Pass on Len-roc
A longhaired song

As Long as the rain
sad to be gone

Monday, February 25

47ยบ, walking uphill

melting under feet - sweating under scarf
melting under feet - sweating under scarf
melting under feet - sweating under scarf
skin so dry - cracking - bleeding - itching - flaking
melting under feet - sweating under scarf
shins so sore - awakening - straining - walking - hurting
melting under feet - sweating under scarf
eyes so tired - squinting - blinking - searching - sleeping
melting under feet - sweating under scarf
melting under feet - sweating under scarf
melting under feet - sweating under scarf
sky so blue - sky so blue - sky so blue
sky so blue - ue - blue - ue
snow so white - snow so white - snow so white
so fucking white - ite
mud so brown - mud so brown - mud so brown
brow - ow - n

Friday, February 22

Understand

Monday, February 18

8:35pm

BLIND ON BUS

asleep, I roll and shake. could read a book on this thing, if not for the nausea. apple saved for later in coat pocket, half-finished film in luggage above my head. I'm dozing to beautiful drum beats, hood up. now we're jolting off the highway, turning down streets to the station. chocolate for dinner still on my tongue; I start to wake up, but open my eyes only to darkness, a few blobs of dark reds and grays. buttery mutating warmth; my sense is gone. sweat pills on my forehead and in my palms - my greatest fear realized - film finished above my head.