Wednesday, July 15, 2015

from CALLS

how precious the sky is,
it keeps us safe,
the trolls inside me can’t handle light,

only in the parking lot understand
the meaning of the place you’ve been,
mall, market, club, cathedral,

all the cars roasting in the moonlight
for all you know having the same dream.
Be different.  Look up and dissent.

Nothing lasts up there,
the words dissolve in mind
and we are meek water again —