Friday, November 11, 2011

Cold Concrete

There was blood on the tracks this morning
before I reached the first full

When I passed by that way
later in the day,
the car catapulted
just the same,
just … the same.

Though it makes a living underground,
where dust is merely dust,
I could not smell the death
apart from earthly

Reason & rhyme could not compete
against the cold (and)

So let us pause … to imagine
   the shattered bone
   the soul, incomplete
   and the weight of severed limbs
what now separates us

   from them.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Sunday, January 2, 2011

The Year in Books

I didn't take these pictures, but I read these books in their entirety in 2010.