morning lines #142
In the poem, his dog was named Blue.
That was the colorful part
because the poem was basically
black and brown, close to the bare,
broken ground and about what
most poems are about:
death and love drained of life.
morning lines #141
How can the days go any faster,
the feathered feet,
mucous running from all the running,
tangled vines mangling heavily dangling
from the ceiling till you can't see the floor
and you’re inevitably shown the door?
view from the deck 2