Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Monday, November 22, 2010

Slick Dog

I waved at
the wrong person again
I know my mouth was
slightly open
with a spit gathered inside
I looked like a dog
I'm sure of it

Playing Dead

Playing Dead in a field
when no one is watching
is tricky

cold froze

Why it seemed important to inform
or to let them go
push them into veins of a cold
I wasn't sure
The only thing
is what my insides felt
How my insides felt when
I dropped these/you
into the hole
I knew there was no going back
and I felt myself as the cold froze

Sunday, November 14, 2010