thunderheads towering

up through the pink sunset—

this letter

raising the rent

one hundred and ninety dollars

~K~

Are you still
thinking about her —
able to smirk
but not say why she smirked
until even her eyes went out?

dj

in the waiting room
I am caught off guard-
the grip
of my frail mother
and her blue veined hands!

spg

at dawn
the feel of wet grass
on my hands
remembering my first night
howling at the full moon

avv

my wrists encircled
with lush garnet bruises
my head crowned with stars
I kneel, my brow to the earth,
each ragged breath a triumph
mac 7/16/09

"boat bites"

another bruise,

another scrape,

but at least

I have all my eyebrows

~K~

Before rose and gray
could vanish in a golden
blaze of clear sky
the 10th floor sucked them
into it's dark-tech slick.
dj 7/14/09