Sunday, March 13, 2011

we sleep low

like lap-dogs

or land-ladies

into our heads

dreaming details

of distant stints

in different states

in Virginias and valleys

treasured, York city-tall,

Jersey back-yards

both the newer

breed and blood-line

but by the time

we are asleep

we've forgotten

where we were

Wednesday, March 09, 2011

...back into the grass...

back at my side

you lie next to the couch

needing nothing more

than the warmth of a body

close to you and the pressure

of a motionless hand resting

fully on your soft blonde shoulder

while the flashes from the television

go unnoticed in your sleep

and you dream of being home

out of the city

back into the grass