Wednesday, July 30, 2008


there's a nursing feel to it what she does

with such familiar routine
but who will complain when nerve endings
are locking like that

disaster they reported somewhere down south
of the River of Life wash yellow flots ugly down
but this passes of course a moment assembles
around one tiny flame in a deserted house

three murders came in over the desk tonight
work for the girls you gotta
work it just like that earn your badge
tonight fireworks orange fire beers for the cops
made it to ten years in the service

watching streets
watching wind
watching up close your face so shy with passion turning

barren as dawn bleeding out
huddled in torn uniforms
no cars coming

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