Saturday, April 16, 2011

the sea and the sand

stout meaning
thick
around the middle
of the road where we
first moved they were
all dirt, I remember
when they brought in
the asphalt, oil-stink
smooth under banana
seat handlebars
kid-footed pedals
in between.
"was burned
to make way
for a train
for a train
for a train"

Sunday, March 13, 2011

5 points later

You found me
new home, new cast on
the door, new
manner of waving
my hand new cozy
means of breaking up
rust thumb through
condensing stains
all easily
forgotten.
This won't make
much sense
tomorrow, until
tomorrow, either.
She asks, please
come in
my badge please
find my newly
forgotten tree.