Modern Love
Here on the
edge
of the river
swollen
with snow
melt
impelled by
storms
the river
sticks
are
projectiles
piercing the
sides
of boats
scaring the
passengers
as they are
rowed
out into the
fog
while I lay
here
on the shore as
if
ossified dead
drunk
awaiting my
turn
in the boat
waiting as
you
remove the
pennies
from my eyes
to
deliver one last
kiss
Lord of the Flies
Generation
All their
clothes
looked as if
they
hadn't been
washed
in years, as if
they'd
been sleeping
under
the stars in
dumpsters
or nearby in
slumcity
back alleys
subsisting
on what they
could
scavenge or
steal,
their victims
so
freaked they'd
never
walk anywhere
alone
in this lifetime or
any
other. Their muggers
were so far
beyond
the law their homes
were
in another state of mind;
once captured they
never
revealed the
secrets
of the pack,
twenty
years from now,
there
will be more of
them
than anyone could
count.
Queen's Gambit
The opening
line
always was, "Got
a light?" The
ones
that did leaned
in
close as she
cupped
her hands
around
the flame, as
she
said how
much
the full ride
would
cost for a
bareback
trip with frills and
she had lots of
takers
even if she
looked
to be a
half-dead
teen angel
whose
eyes were as hard
as a grave
marker;
one date already
carved, the
other
three-quarters
of the way
done.
No comments:
Post a Comment