Friday, July 22, 2011

...ninety-two at midnight...

of oppression

this thick warm blanket

of heat bricking

on us like a house

hot and moist

a deadly sadist sees

the heat in waves

the street

curls and cracks

the roofs are no use

the night is nothing

but dark and heavy

ninety two at midnight

is just not right

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

...two years ago today...

the back of the menu

had the names of all

of the night's acquaintances

but not yours, and that

is the only one I needed

Wednesday, July 06, 2011

...sans cloud...

sans cloud

sun mood

in flight

movie moody

stuffed stubborn

like butt-born pigs

them pregnant trees

sun move

move star

across the pie

the entire pie