Monday, September 1, 2008

An Observation 2

being back in Minnesota
is being back in who i was 3 months ago
without ever hitting 88 on the freeway home

leaving the house as a shamed pup
i take off my shoes so they stop tearing at my ankles
and walk night sidewalks
that will be buried 3 feet cold in another 3 months
my feet are so sensitive that i have to walk on the gutter

i think about Katie
and about old money and the smell of her Kentucky air
and my fingers spread at my side
in a phantom romantic gesture

i sob uncontrollably on the swingset at the park
i twitch when she says she now makes love

Writing Exercise 5

Word: Risorial

risorial muscles twitch
spasms like a dying insect
when the station is set to static hiss
my eyes water in hedonistic bliss
or the wild eye fear of a star slaughtered cow
at the sound of the wet death at the head of row
and like cracked falling leaves from a bough
my brain body disconnect is out of control