Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Pisces



They worried about
her. She would say, 
"What town isn't?"

They worried.

For the ones who need,
for the ones who need four
walls,
she worried.

She's bound,
some said, wound 
up, hooked
on high speed races
and downcast faces
and
mislaid places,
attitudinal traces.

Her vision would
soar
no higher than
money, yearly
doses of it would 
soar.

"I met a young
executive who served
as the stereotype
of the long lost scatological 
banana overripe,
metaphysical."

Friday, February 15, 2013

Susanne



In this big mean land,
in this world of icy stares, 
you opened a door,
then disappeared:
a reflection, suddenly
angled.

Susanne.

Susanne.

Such a lovely sound: Susanne.

Blood at a crawl,
eyes fill and roll and

in that whipping late-winter wind,
in that raw raging rain,
you stooped, mid-sentence,
to raise a sidewalk
worm, tossing to soft 
grass.

Susanne.

Susanne.

Such a lovely sound: Susanne.


Friday, February 8, 2013

Seemingly



After closing,
she walked.
The hotel, several
long blocks away.

Shaking her head.

Seemingly
unaware of crazed
panes.
Seemingly
unaware of broken
bottles.

Glint under
lamp. Crunch
under step.

Shaking her head.

"Of course."

Black ice.

"You were both wrong."