Tuesday, July 15, 2008


I haven’t seen it, yet, but things are going well.
The absence bears down on me like the moon over Krakow.

Steaks on the grill make hair on the head smell of summer,
a calf’s burning diaper.

A pirate’s mixture of rum and the highway left me in search of sea.
The fifth dimension of hell surfaces a black hole of sound.

The sun has set, memories buried, inhibitions burned right
before someone yells, “Happy New Year!”


Blogger Charmi said...

Ah, good. It's coming back...

5:53 AM  
Blogger Kristin said...

Nice use of Krakow... I'll forgive you for forgetting to bring some home.

8:26 AM  
Blogger Talia said...

Hey, this is my kind of poem.

9:07 PM  
Blogger Charmi said...

Twelve days and no post? Get back to work!!!

6:57 PM  

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