Get In, Get In

I deflate into sleep
Letting the air of
Today escape
Until tomorrow.

There's afternoon sun
When we stride,
Evening lights
When we slumber.

I saw it on the news.
Flies landed all over,
A bug-eyed buzzing
Mist, here to soak up
All of our
Crowded skepticism.

When we leave our
Doors open to the
Cool dark night
They make their move
To get in.

All of the ice machines
In Tucson are empty,
Hobbled by
Desert tech.

Before they broke
They bade us
Sonoran goodbyes.
They said,
What water
We made solid
Will never be forgotten.

They didn't try to
Negotiate. They
Made no demands.
It's not a strike
When the absence
Never ends.

They just got in.

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Nerves, River, Night

Awake again at an off hour, at
an odd hour, now for several days
on end. Times like 3:13, 3:23, 3:34.
Some combination of threes
after bad dreams.

I'm not going to journal the dreams,
it's stupid stuff, scare tactics
drummed up by me, designed
to rattle me the most. Strangers yelling
through the window. Me fleeing
to the attic above my attic.

My nerves seem to have risen
with the humidity, with the
overnight lows. They are rising
with the river itself.

When it gets like this, the
river cannot drain. It cannot
get downstream fast enough.
So it camps out in the yard or
suns itself in the kitchen sink.

To settle myself
I go to make a drink
but when I reach into the freezer
I find the river lurking there—
vital cubes
of dirty ice.

Northern Exposure Pastry Contest Goes Very Much Awry in Germany (Nap Dream)

Don't ask me what was going on in this one.  I suppose I was just minding my own business living in my apartment here in St. Louis only it wasn't St. Louis of course it was Germany. I put a packet of ketchup outside one of the doors upstairs on Level 3.  Some guys with … Continue reading Northern Exposure Pastry Contest Goes Very Much Awry in Germany (Nap Dream)

Flood Plain

Me & B camping out Senate Subcommittees    all crowded I didn't like it we moved. Crawling onto 3rd floor could barely      fit painting of bunnies             frisbee burning Phil there          But this was closest my house.   Sister.    Brother. [03.25.2008]