Sunday, June 22, 2014

No expert available

Mahoganies from an era you can't remember arch
and sometimes surrender towards the lake of fake
swans peddled repeatedly in an endless rudderless
muddle. If there is an expert in the house, place a

call, please. Pleistocene branches seek the water of
life. Hard to argue in thirst. Stop, shoot from angles
unexpected. There through the leaves not really black
a pattern is seen. What does it mean? We do not know.

Sunday, June 8, 2014

Crossing the cross with crossed lines

Winning tickets never cashed sent in cold transit
across the black river via mail stamped just now
bring golden joy. A thousand white numbers clog
up a wronged call list, too hard of hearing for late

offers when six digits are weak, ten way too strong.
When we left, he left too, purplest shiner a coffin &
all too much, unanswered phone calls also too much
for any to bear. A power of attorney can help grasp
the littlest tear of all. You can take my money now

but you can't take that one thrilling moment long ago:
when sunset sea-breezes whispered all I need to know.