all of my pores open to swallow
you, the air around you
in this summer weather
there is nothing to be drunk
sunglass on your face
soft and warm and light
the tiny hairs rise
if i could be the air
5.29.10
taking your beer in
talking your words out
two dots of you plop on my face
you spit slightly as you say
things i can no longer remember
wiping you away a bit
from the corner of my eye
the rest stays.
5.31.10
i breathe you out
bit by bit
do i love
the way you spit
words into my mouth
to be consumed
by the threnody
they are singing for you.
6.1.10
hot days make the souls on these cement roads
swarm, crash and burn
at each other's skin
the faintest glow of noon is reflected back
glaring at my forehead in drops of melting flesh
they love
the sweat drips
then they forget
memorial day
he kept me waiting
i walked on the bridge
leaning over to see the cars pass by and go
they keep going
i stand there bent
wondering if they see me as their lights
turn the roads on at night
but their eyes are on the incoming distance
not on me
the present, or past, a figure looming
above, out of peripheral sight.
6.2.10
i tried to eat things to bring you back
your finger hooking unto the orange
peeling it back
the skin that did not hold
you tap your index and thumb together
feeling their stick and release routine
white pieces of orange pith
you mince between your lips
i look at
my neighborhood after dark
a little dot of tasteless that sometimes stays
but eventually you'd wash it off at night
they even out nicely
and i forget
almost everything
even holidays
even today
even today
6.3.10
to keep it on film or in my mind storage
his suitcases keeping him slow moving
down they sink
crushed my foot but it didn't hurt until
the train moved forward and took you on
i walked
turning dull
with each step
