Posts tagged ‘Foreign’

August 21, 2014

Lifestyles, I forget *(MPLS)

Heat index

Windless lungs

Torrential rain

Frozen months

 

Past pains

Tattoos reflect

Painted bodies

Empty heads

 

Pierced flesh

Slight regret

Walking home

Make amends

 

Life-styles

Cigar-ettes

Cold Coffee

Paid rent

 

Micro-brews

Common sense

Land-o-lakes

What day is it?

 

Doesn’t matter

I forget.

 

***

They are all the same anyway, and then they end. 

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March 5, 2014

The Death of Ruby Red

I cut her deep, was a small feat

Her pink shown light orange mingled red flesh

 

I peeled her skin exposed her meat

Her, beautiful orb-cracked, torn, limp, was dead

 

Her innards spray juice-sluiced, hot heat

Her life, close to expire, was in threat

 

This grapefruit I eat

Fact–

I express no regret.

January 22, 2014

Traveling Through to Poland

Anita adorning green from Poland had the bravery to walk up and ask…

 

She asked where the Mississippi was, this and that

She wanted a bar with windows, a view of the flowing ice mass.

 

We walked and chatted

She wanted us to ‘make’ a photo of her as proof-we did as a matter of fact.

 

On we walked

On a wet path

On snow covered bricks

Puddles parted and splashed.

 

Along we stepped in boots and made tracks.

 

She came from a short stay in Hawaii, apparently living out of a pack

All in all it was 2 day’s travel, both there and back.

 

She smiled and said she didn’t understand why Americans got such a bad rap.

 

We were polite, and smiled, and spoke English softly; explaining this place-amateur history, semi-exact.

 

She took in what she could

We gestured and pointed with hands and tact.

 

She was so happy to meet us

We said goodbye and went on separate paths.