Bicycle frame sideways on the curb
Stripped of tires a wheel gears Anything not nailed down Naked in the snow Just yesterday a plaything Flying down a hill Now a ruin Frame with no soul Robbed of life Systematically pilfered Parts gone to Other bikes for Other kids who might Fly down another hill Poor frame That's life
0 Comments
From the terrible dark corner of my heart
Theres a song Plays louder louder From the couch come whispers I want to kill I want to kill him And the oldest of the old Volunteers to carry the bomb Where is my beautiful world By the river we linger
He asleep sun on his face I finding words for this moment Young girl in a diaphanous gown Speaks Japanese into a camera Then moves along Thudding concert pulses insistently Behind us too crowded too young Why would we stay we asked And wandered down the river To a quiet patch of sun and breeze We read poetry to each other Like lovers did long ago Picnic spread out Straw boaters cast aside Flowing skirt spread on the blanket The sun lulled him to sleep And I dug around for words When I need to escape
I look up See what’s going on Up there Today’s escape I spied a pile of Rooftops One stacked above the next Clapboard then brick Last a concrete tower Rising at this angle Like T squares In a pile atop A cement block On top of the sky His face flickers
Doubt and pain He must be no good Because his mother said You’re just like him Your father She hated her husband I’m just like him I hate myself But these are her words She planted them In your mind A vine that tangled Into a strangled web Into I hate me Invisibility
The rain Its fine mist Drops a net Over my face My hair I’m in my second hand dress Feels smooth and All mine In the pocket Crumpled up A tiny sticker Shiny butterfly A leftover from Its past owner Maybe her child Another life in this dress Still clings to the fabric Unseen but there Invisibility My mom Fifteen years gone Still I hear her whisper Listen Standing on the corner
Waiting for the light Rain pouring down Car windows Black with wet Can’t see in Just one trucker Way up high Lit up On a throne Train steams by below Rain pelts me Standing on the corner Wind in my face Feels free Lead in my feet
In my legs Pedal up the hill Weight of the world Leans on me Climb the stairs Why is it so hard Why can’t it be Standing on the pedals Coasting down a hill Like flying Why can’t it be Floating on my back In cool water Head soaked until The heat of the day Is gone Cool water on my hands Wash the trouble away Soft suffuse of color
Light hits Backlights the smoke trees Catches the white Of The whitecaps Air dense with scent Blossoms mingle Call me Come pick a bouquet And I would but I’m afraid Of a tick What power that creature Holds over me To keep me Stuck on the asphalt Rain falling
It’s a cold rain falling Like pain calling To tattooed tears Under the eye I seen em there It’s your soul’s cry I hear I don’t know why I don’t know why You’re marked by a pair of Tattooed tears What do they mean What have you seen A life I can’t even dream of Writ right there under your eye Writ right there are Tattooed tears Did you lose your lover Or lose your brother Was it done by your own hand Does it mean you’ll never Never ever be the same man Because of those tears Rain falling It’s a cold rain falling Like pain calling To tattooed tears |