Friday, July 24th 2015
i no longer wanted to be
the subject of a dizraeli song
so i left the coast
the passengers
of the mercedes
fulfill every cliche
i can survive a hike through
death valley but not
a few hours on the beach
a neatly ordered
nightmare
in matching colors
just a short glimpse into
their world, makes me believe
the dutch guy was right
similar but not the same
a different world
for less than a day
don't make plans
intending to
execute them
writing poetry
should require
a license
you are always
alone before
the big mother
Thursday, July 23rd 2015
the floor shakes
the air is stale and hot
and i'm forgotten