cooling bath water
drastically diminishes
after you step out,
dripping onto the tiled floor,
reaching for a fresh towel.
Day: January 30, 2009
foul out
poetryStick ’em twixt a baffle
and a really loud P.A.
let their brains and banter foul out
the’ve never anything nice to say.
“it’s our patriotic duty”
poetryi heard myself say
and more surprisingly
i knew myself to mean
as i looked at the plasma,
gloriously clear,
seemingly larger than life,
and sickeningly priced,
just out of my reach
but close enough to tempt;
close enough to make me love America
and want to save her from herself.
lost again?
poetrychoosing between two
perfectly acceptable alternatives
leaning to the right but never
knowing which way right
will lead because i feel the need
to be committal without knowing
how to commit
and the ground, like my thoughts
slips slowly out from under my feet
as though i’m not walking down this
sidewalk but its moving under me
the sieve and the sand 