Tuesday, September 30, 2008

after summer

In rotten cities
where our money is

We stow our
spoiled bone

And wait for a few shreds
of unprecedented metaphor

Monday, September 8, 2008

The Stand Ins

They make moments talk
by roughing up everything incidental

And they enjoy their doomed life together
beyond changes

Their destruction untangling it all

A tattered, honest
shape to carry out to sea

Friday, September 5, 2008

around, not old

you're accustomed to talk
so perhaps a wrinkle
can throw you off

those years being made
less cerebral

it will come down to
thinking you lasted

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Moving Day

It's hard knowing well
the old done away

But reality
was moving

And endless horns I had already held dreaming
Planned the day I had already begun to hate