Crooked

October 28, 2012

#10 Crooked

Last words were please …please … please
all inside my honeycomb, my pretty bomb
exploded in multiples of self respect, an evaluation
of a strong autumn, a period of indolence.
Caught crazy in a loop of apologetic looks,
lost the map, lame purpose of writing another hopeless
night with a crooked light on my face.

Dodge

October 27, 2012

#9 Dodge

Through food bills torn and crushed, cars parked all over my street,
painted feelings of this glass, I dodge and duck, all the fire,
metal pieces thrown at my imaginary self, projected outside my window,
regain the handkerchief of sanity, wasted in rain light -
every room, a grave for future, the dust of dilemma.