31.7.15

HITCHER HIKED

Serial killer Jack at stroke of midnight party 
Seasoned prayer rope around a tree branch
Mission cruise control wheel-barrowed  
Metric round robins pecking by the sea.    

Order swallowed whole the rarest diamonds  
Upheaval dared to cope with missing teeth 
and tonsils relegated to ululations  
Faded from memory's quietest decree.

That of driving in a new complete direction 
Toward a riot storm of colors shrieking still   
Across the windshields and then catapulted  
Past the final vanquished point to disappear  

Into a gradually collapsed thunder clap
Like an already forgotten whisper in the ear
Hitcher hiked along with us and exulted 
in the trap to which he'd gotten us to steer 

  





19.7.15

GROUND LEVEL

When I lower 
my eyelids
down here 
in the basement

Shutting out this 
city neighbor
hood I can begin 
to hear the wind

Ruffled fur and smell 
the decaying mouse
making no sound 
outside my window