Winter Wind
like the cold coffee stirred awake
by the grinder
like the mutilated body preserved by the last snow fall
by the park oak tree
like the invisible air rustling the leaves for a dance
and making the paper roll on the street
only to stop near the sludge of trash after the rain
cold
a vision one swallows in heart and thought
the job must be done
the reason discovered
as the day he left you
First Car
indigo blue night
inner tan skin crush
revved horsepower
metal dashing winding streets
compliments revolution
remove the anonymous
ground you into idleness
bring freedom from work strain
until white marks stained
Tango Dream
I’m not letting go
not for the hundredth time
this is the new wrap around
my finger
my leg
curled around your neck
keeping you locked in place
letting the years together
burn a hole through these binds
no
I’m not letting go
this is the new wrap around
sliding glutes
pressing joints
missing lips
this is the vault
my heart drums to its beat
tick tock
the years pass
and your neck
impression of a tire track
no
I’m not letting go
not for the hundredth time
I’ve watched you walk out
made my life a brittle landscape
now shaping your neck
this is the new wrap around
coiled phoenix serpent
made for memory’s brand
burning the cracks already present
legs changing position
arms extend away from warm hands
sweat covers the skin
like dew
after the wrapping
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