Monday, April 16, 2012

heart



in the area that overlaps
the part that’s grey
fixing to live
fashioned, fabricated
to die


fists
used to fight

now
fingers tucked

because
cold nights


open room
inside,
echo
   alive
(((alive)))

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

never thought


the rivers,
clean water
stream leaving
early last
century

            concrete crown,
            sky brown
            smokestacks,
            round

they eat
wax paper
white bread
sandwiches
with dirty
hands

            they all
            smile
            laugh, think
            she loves me,
            she loves me
            for me

even with
my hands
dirty