3 poems

it's an old penny that you can't spend
just wear it shiny so it catches in the sun
and i see the wealthy all around me
the poor are either broke or not showing
wrapped under potions and lotions of plastic digital glow
frazzled and dazzled conspicuously neat and mortgaged
begging with guns to just stay away from their empty places
where things go and their bodies sleep like flashlights
in the glove box of a submarine and dream in morse code
surface or dive
s. . . u . . _ r . _ . f . . _ . a . _ c _ . _ . e . (or) d _ . . i . . v . . . _ e .
me
i have the penny on my tongue
can taste it
and we will speak the color of honey
yours with mine
mine with yours



upon storm april 29th

west across west lines glow vanish raw
billboard dark and graffiti blaze flash again gone
silent over bricks rolling near trail shaped sighs of bare feet
floating dark radio towers stairs steam drunken stumble through
an empty ballroom of torn kick drums and sleeping music
knotted promise hands let go just before tree then float fumble clutch
cheeks once wept dry and salt rough
bundle kisses flashing through dynamite bright keyhole
a crack across a plum silver near surface fish dart
splintering chariot wheel horse panting froth heaving over mossy walls
plate armor glint shedding west near cornerless reach blades flash white
ivy streaked on shale bones though instant skin rising full of powder
silent sunken flesh away melt again nector gone
and flash sky fused to night
then
then
wet hiss pavement window lash
rain let go to the ground


upon sunset april 28th

strike mutiny sun
open the night in grazing ardent rays light light light
shadow the wind sheared off skin
our weightless cascades and hollow wail
a wolf perched under leaves
dim buckets of death casting pebbles in each breath
another wish over the brim this quaking tremble touch
to fasten passage between
to reach and in the reaching go
r