Remember that bar up the street,
parking lot teens, patio furniture,
crooked pine trees, broken architecture.
We glanced around, found the corner seat—
Was this the place no other could beat?
(Girls without groove, that gap-toothed creature,
the smell of stale cigarettes and wheat
beer on my shoe.) We had no closure
with friends we found. We now forgot
how many miles of dirt we fought
through to be here—this quiet town
bypassed so many times. Meandering around
vacant ranches at midnight just to find
a point where the road unwinds.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Monday, February 25, 2013
Bad Weather
We hid in a bathroom
when the lighting came
it smelt like horses
and muggy rain
the hay caught my boot
and I imagined a good day
befriending dogs
and strangers
making the most of it
knowing we could not stay.
when the lighting came
it smelt like horses
and muggy rain
the hay caught my boot
and I imagined a good day
befriending dogs
and strangers
making the most of it
knowing we could not stay.
Saturday, February 9, 2013
I Saw a Canoe
Inside was a man eager
to escape and I asked if I could
take him where he wanted to go.
to escape and I asked if I could
take him where he wanted to go.
"Can you leave a poor man alone?"
he shouted turning with disgrace
then whistled away—those rotting cheekbones.
The echo turning me back to the porch
in darkness where I saw no trace
of a man or a boat ever going.
in darkness where I saw no trace
of a man or a boat ever going.
Friday, February 8, 2013
Proximity
Left with spaces that lay between
your eyes, connecting dots around,
trying to imprint them in mine—
Be a photographer. Keep it.
Store on a shelf to catch the dust—
the perfume, the flesh in your cheeks.
Wait for the hues to saturate,
the streaks of stringy blonde to fade.
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