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BROKEN CAR
Gone A-Wall, haywire!
Nobody brought a spare tire.
Clouds blew in, in single file,
Night cools tempers
So we settle.
Sit in the dust
Legs crossed,
Watch the road (which is still)
despite its endless
flowing Westward motion.
By the shell of that car
We stay where we are
Heating up like fried eggs
On sweating tarmac
There is no traffic ROAR
It is far below where waves supress it
We sit like pylons
In the lack of wind.
SPRING
In what should be spring
A gust of wind is on its way
To what should be May
A drop of rain is underneath
Taking refuge by a frosty leaf,
Waiting for its friends to arrive.
A bird swallows its own head
In strong shoulders
In a grey shadow
My scarf complains
Lovers wait for summer
To resolve arguments or else
To defrost pale faces
long enough to kiss eachother
In what should be spring
MAN OF GOD
A friendly man of God
Kindly tells me
I will be judged
Some day in the future
I say "I'll see you there"
He says he's got plans that day
MY MEMORIES
My memories
A multifoliate rose
Which holds my personality
In its withered folds
Each petal an image
Conversations make up the stem
Each day it retracts, germinating
Each night I swerve
Gone A-Wall, haywire!
Nobody brought a spare tire.
Clouds blew in, in single file,
Night cools tempers
So we settle.
Sit in the dust
Legs crossed,
Watch the road (which is still)
despite its endless
flowing Westward motion.
By the shell of that car
We stay where we are
Heating up like fried eggs
On sweating tarmac
There is no traffic ROAR
It is far below where waves supress it
We sit like pylons
In the lack of wind.
SPRING
In what should be spring
A gust of wind is on its way
To what should be May
A drop of rain is underneath
Taking refuge by a frosty leaf,
Waiting for its friends to arrive.
A bird swallows its own head
In strong shoulders
In a grey shadow
My scarf complains
Lovers wait for summer
To resolve arguments or else
To defrost pale faces
long enough to kiss eachother
In what should be spring
MAN OF GOD
A friendly man of God
Kindly tells me
I will be judged
Some day in the future
I say "I'll see you there"
He says he's got plans that day
MY MEMORIES
My memories
A multifoliate rose
Which holds my personality
In its withered folds
Each petal an image
Conversations make up the stem
Each day it retracts, germinating
Each night I swerve