November 20, 2005

slicing war

sliced war sign into strips to fasten to warm the house

November 19, 2005

cyano logan

world turned over on it's side the door beside the cactus
trees in the early morning gravel

sparrows in the yews dead
logan roads run him down over

November 18, 2005

stormy weather

we sat in the strom-darkened truckstop drinking the last of their coffee
listening to hail & the words of the seneca woman

before finding the black metal death traps and falling quickly in cold water
bone striking rock

son of beech leaves and credit cards
black storm wind rustling through your files
But there's Venus and the crescent moon flitting behind ragged clouds

billy collins tells me poems are emotions
and the radio preacher tells me imagination is gone
coffees three and four
dark.
Only trucks.
And dark.