12/7/09

BIKE WISDOM

6:30
am. still
drunk. following
the migration
patterns of
a trash
truck. cold
air kisses
my face
like a seventh
grade
make out
session
too much
too fast. dry
skin
nausea
is this
familiar?
red Honda
no turn
signal
i'd yell if
cold
air let me
i'd cry if
cold
air let me


ROBOT BODY ALIEN HEAD

weird people
doing weirder things
sleeping in the sky
puking chocolate
phrases
smoking crack
in my stairwell

weird kids
playing weirder games
flying their kites
under cathedrals
daddy's screaming
no daddy said

"it's not a popsicle,
that's kool aid
frozen in time"