i pulled up behind the light blue bmw
glimmering in the early morning
from its wash and fresh coat of wax
the license plate read U4EA
if consumerism is the climax
then slash my tires and steal my keys
until numbness falls from my bones
Month: July 2017
life inside
the machine’s howl
scorches our ears
and minds. everyone
wears the searing scar.
even the deaf weep,
for the machine screams
not across unbounded
skies, but from within.
can we stifle the roar?
can we purge the pain?
we search for anything
to make us whole,
that will not disappear
as its name forms
on our trembling lips.
stone’s throw
a boy takes refuge
in the silent woods of winter,
trading the noise inside
for the soft crackle of leaves
that mark each step to the frozen
lake below. standing above
the icy water’s edge
he spends hours lofting stones
towards the sky, waiting
and watching each one,
like words, poke a perfect hole
through the ice and softly
sink into the startled stillness.
From Awaiting the Images
stone’s throw first appeared in Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review, Number 42, 2015
Awaiting the Images 