Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Unfold

It felt as if he unloaded his shoulders of a great weight.
The 400 lb gorilla we love to like to hate.
It was roaming a foreign land
As big as it is
As it was
You'd expect much difficulty
Hiding behing the thin rice paper strips of self doubt
But it had the power to hide itself
Making its own surroundings become the very fabric it hid itself in
Hiding in plain sight...
It would hide one night more
Stay way away one more night

Needled and threads

He walked past a little place
A small portal of undoing.
Remembering a slight tatter of cloth,
The beginning of a frayed edge
A hint of the word threadbare...

Fabric on his chest pulled tight
An improper drpery at best
Cock surety made the man
Or so he thought
Or so he imagined

She looks over at the inspiration board
Divining the reason for the season
He so far away
Out of sight
Hard to find

She in love with rugged user friendliness
He in love with a concept
They write love notes on falling leaves
And trade kisses on forcibly weeping willows

Hoofarted

I didn't know the man
What was it he she it
Hidden behing mussed ethiopian hair
A greasy desperate look to round off the deal...
Gooseneck adams apple to boot
With such exhaustion
Such darting
Left to right and back to forth
As eyes tend to do
On the street these days.

Who killed the girl he asked me
I just looked at him.
The way you look
When somebody asks....