September 2011
4 posts
Vespa Ride to O’Hare
Praise, inside of me
Of the dense ivy underneath the railroad Strung all along what looks like a crossbow
These highway structures can be quite fair, but From many years ago
The drive halfway there is fairly pretty And the heavens we don’t really notice They look very real today to me…do they to you
I don’t know what you see, driving I hope we don’t get...
I Have to Go Home Again
Those tall trees along Macarthur, they must have some part
in the knowing of your hometown’s sorrowful grace
Must work for the mayor of the real town
which is a small empty meeting place.
Must see the woman waiting
by the ER doors, with an All My Children
300 piece puzzle for the crying guest she’s left there.
You decide they must still know you, too,...
Skinned Knee, Selway Bitterroot
Pinedrops are pretty parasites, as are the Indian pipes, but if torn
From the ground, their waxy white leaves blacken.
You will see this later when you lay them on the dash.
Not villainous, these—just the sick heart finally stopping.
You’ve got a skinned knee, rising up from the springs:
not sure how it happened, as all you did was rest in the water that
flows...