|
In Euclid sidewalks crumble to cookie
and there is the entropy of potholes.
Businesses are found in the weeds
and somehow people get paychecks.
Biblical clouds break,
light the spackle lines
on route 2's expansive horizon
the river between the train tracked industry
and Collinwood's brick survival
Miracle
for Michael
In my driving home
I'm nither thither thinking
for the patter of the day
the office clatter satisfaction
typing clacking stacking
filing papers, lists to do
there is the bother thought, too
the half-chewed food
I cannot swallow.
I am not sore but sorned or scorned.
My patter rattles til it rests
with you, under cover, in bed.
Ochre, maroon are the feelings
in the amniotic air
the glow of your back,
smooth
bother thoughts stop on something holy:
I'm hard on happiness
accept, do not wait
for the blessing
be beloved and married
carry sheets in my arms
dangle hair on your back
shake tears from a rock
and be blissed.
=
Evening at the Apartment Complex
The whisper chirp bird
socializes distant.
Across the drive,
A pot does its noise
in someone's hurried kitchen.
A telephone boils.
In the drive,
a kid glides stiff by
his small tick tick bike
and white sock poised for
the next push.
A muffled car door.
bah!hah!hah! goes a distant kid
closer in
notice the whisper chirp bird again
the airplane pulling a drag of cloud
muffled thunder
Inside
the static-y dark
the cat licks,licks
the kitchen light stares awake
into the living room.
gravel sound car bottom out
video noise phone
A dog's yip scratches air
a yah-hah-hah Whoop! boy
Upstairs, the air conditioning
blankets
the noise the neighbor's steps make
like he's asking a question.
|
