Poem-A-Day #149 : Storm

I had a metaphysical period. It was mostly about storms and things being anthropomorphized.


Storm (3/13/04)

As the buildings unmake themselves
the wind is singing about the unmaking
          about the color of unmaking
                    the taste

The streets cannot handle
the multiplying of atoms
as bricks disrupt

Lightening comes up
splitting paint from walls
          separating veins from leaves
                    stealing the soul of water

Poem-A-Day #98 : Here Reflection - Here

Here Reflection - Here

The arroyo rapid fills - a tub about to over

At exactly one o'clock the clouds will open - book jackets who's words bold

The house groans under its own weight - cobwebs eaveing the roof

Something here about the start of summer in the desert - crack of lightening

The police car pulls away from the red light - leaves itself behind

Here reflection - here