Mourning I
I saw the most beautiful red robin today
while I was sitting on my window sill
the threshold between my wooded floors and the open air
I thought of all the trees that were there before
the ones my sister won't remember climbing
the ones that I and my brother have yet to forget
I see all the cars going by too fast
white, white, cream, blue, red, motorcycle
cigarette smoke
silver, green, green, darker green, blue
too many cars driving too fast
there are four parked outside a house that lives two
white truck
red jeep
blue truck
white Lincoln
man riding a bike as though he has a limp
it's no wonder the bird left me alone on my window sill
Mourning II
today felt like dreams
puffs of nicotine smoke through my car window
the less than sickening smell...
today felt like dreams
the cold wind and sun
the signs of youth through windows to outside
my memories lie in rainy days in cities
or bright days in parks I don't remember
today felt like dreams
wrapped in newspaper placed in boxes and set away only to collect dust
Mourning III
-peeling rubber on pavement
sick, cooked dirt on our soles
congealing on itself in summer heat
it stirs in me a memory-
two years later I feel the stench in new places
but now it's sweet
because I'm miles away from the incident
I shared the spot with enemies
but I dare not say that I still love the boy
the first friend after a drought
decaying something...
exhaust on tired feet...
bustling to nowhere...
smoke
because you wanted to,
such a sweet bad influence.
my bad influence.
and that's why I do what I do.
kg Maley: black + white photos of fireworks
"beautiful things" ... they want to get in ... the real kid