WHERE THE WIND BLOWS
where the wind blows
that's where I was going
on the trail of woman or a job
the thoughts of what could be
I found myself in the noon-day
at a Barstow restaurant
pulling a smoke outside
when the fantastic creatures came
two convertibles burst forth
scented angels like flowers
ghastly sight it was
to an unprepared heart
Hide my eyes behind a smile
give them the open collar, poker face
cool, slick, smooth, hello ladies
I'm a nobody, happy for the view
So go and slick back
the standard has been raised
retreat to reload in the john
reshape the package in the mirror
it's time to sell
it's time to pull one from the herd
strolling entrance with swing
every word must pop
as luck would have it
They were at the only table
in a sea of truckers, salesman stares.
I hit my marks and won a seat.
So it's their game, I'm game.
Let's play, four to a booth
and one lucky piece of desire
called me, unfolding a menu.
SKIRT
skirt
the edge of flesh
folded on danger
stare quickly
envious vines
tracing to darker
wet
smooth in the night
wheels
lemon perfect
right down to heels
back to an origin
snake
mine speaks to me
pervert!
THE LAST DAY
In memory of Aaron Keller
The pages curl
from moist days past.
The sunsets passing
until the last
whisper of breath
escapes to the blue
skies growing cold
remembering you.
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