Wednesday, September 25, 2013

May Town

Rode the bus to May Town
That's OK. I get around
Stayiin in the yard
Past seven
Another two years
Till heaven
Words are whips
Change of fields
Found the album
It's -been
It's - been

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Harvested hair

On desert skin,

Highways of tubing

There and in.

Blood once moved through these veins,

Moving like a river to the heart.

Now brown clots block the bed.