12:14
every town
looks the same here,
but that
is alright.
the two variants of
street light
alternate in
tag team
flickering while
dogs converse over
the yellow
brown grass.
The grass that is
immersed in
night.
I am up against
the bricks
with two hands
and shivering
ankle
stalks. The wind
is a train, the cars
are kinetic
squeals.
Today at the
sidecar
bar with
my father
watching football
while the
murmuring voices
of the locals
resonate.
Today beneath
the coldest blue
sky: 63 degrees
fahrenheit,
keeping
myself locked in
a coat
that is a room
of smoke and
brittle bone
memories.
Today fading
like
a locomotive sound;
every morning
and night
the same bookends,
ripe with dust.
I am
learning the rhythm
of each piece, of
each season
within a
clock.
looks the same here,
but that
is alright.
the two variants of
street light
alternate in
tag team
flickering while
dogs converse over
the yellow
brown grass.
The grass that is
immersed in
night.
I am up against
the bricks
with two hands
and shivering
ankle
stalks. The wind
is a train, the cars
are kinetic
squeals.
Today at the
sidecar
bar with
my father
watching football
while the
murmuring voices
of the locals
resonate.
Today beneath
the coldest blue
sky: 63 degrees
fahrenheit,
keeping
myself locked in
a coat
that is a room
of smoke and
brittle bone
memories.
Today fading
like
a locomotive sound;
every morning
and night
the same bookends,
ripe with dust.
I am
learning the rhythm
of each piece, of
each season
within a
clock.