Posts tagged ‘Poetry Blog’

April 27, 2018

3A then up como to st albany

… the 3A stop then
over washington i float
from under
a bridge, light rail
lights spark ultraviolet purple.
winding away from it all.
Mississippi spiral java white foam below.
crackle, hum, bump, buzz. thump.
transit lines like veins spreading to midway limbs.
i head away to daycare near a lake.
crowds by the fair grounds, police waving traffic.
to a stray dog in a parking lot,
sniffing at trash, people with odd stares.
maybe not stray, wears a collar.
calling to say i made it, where are you?
we are talking of Oswald and weather,
“…they said it was supposed
to rain today, but it’s clear
over here.” Yeah, there’s a cloud
over my head, no melancholy intended.

i always say i am starving.
it’s a good way to lose weight to stay in shape.
phone to my face. that dog barked.
i jumped, embarrassment, scaredy cat.
i walked to the back entryway door.
opened it. read the letters stuck with tape.
smelled of diapers and lotion and food.
a church now a school, then dark, very.
same thing. same thing. same thing.
then we all met and left.
in the shadow at that stop back there.
before i left i thought:
i take the 3A now, not the light rail.

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May 1, 2015

Difference

a day, a day,
to
wake
and
maintain.

a day, a day,
cash
coffee
conversation,
culture contained.

a day, a day,
one
is
never
the same.

a day, a day
where’s
my
change?

October 28, 2013

Blue Sky Float By

Guten Tag:

 

We spoke in intrusive sunlight of lacking shade.

We spoke of latter days.

We spoke anyway.

 

Yoga attire balanced high wire; elegance at foot, gracefully placed.

The looks that took.

 

Buses and bikes passed, and stopped, as cars drove on.

 

Dew covered leaves, bright colors scatter the green grass ground,

Only to break, crush, and turn brown, all spinning around.

 

When asked about this conversation I said I didn’t know.

There was no answer,

to no question.

 

Somethings just mentioned.

 

One can liken it to the blue sky; no sum, just something beautiful, an entity floating by.

 

Lessons we learn on the whim of a wave of attention.

Moving as fleeting dust from fluttering sparrow wingspan.

Trivial sorts affection.

 

A dram of logic,

Stop this human project.

 

As we walk and flow through others,

On separate paths,

We have but such a chance to interact.

 

The total might be intrigue indeed, ask and you shall see.

GERN.

Ich mag Diskussionnen.