Monday, June 22, 2009

I'm over here now

This is where I am .

The same Hot Pocket taste

in my, now, familiar mouth

Humming A/C air blows my hair

Same old ways with new days ahead.

A time like this passes

as fast as your eyes follow a wandering fly

trapped in the back room.

Alone with someone

is and will always be a riddle.

1 comment:

Daniel said...

YOU WRITE POETRY IN THE CAR?

scandalous