Little City
what has dropped
tween your seams
and burned spotlights
across jurisdictions
through dork realms
and cool motifs
and overlapping themes
and motifs
On skyscrapers I've seen
three thousand windows
they've spelled your name
and cried for dimes
and held shimmering in the
heaviest of days
the welds fight for support
guilds draw sticks
secret smokes in dark
Throats
black
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
When It's Wedding Time Down South
Hording Georgia gorges
Raffling Savannah porches
Torching Decatur forests
Touring Milltown florists
Combing empty beaches
Dreaming of future nieces
Truing heart-spoked wheels
Adorning fragrant blazers
Holding freetown doormats
Clutching heartache handbags
Tearstained velour dreamcoats
Foraging in swamps with locals
Diving into murk murk
Swerving into ravines
Jumping guns with Dixie
Starting fires, ziptie bracelets
Nobody ever makes it
The One bleeds y'all together
True voices ring
Droners relax
Your strangle
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