Thursday, September 13, 2012

Back to School

The time of year when the sun takes the color
Of pages in a paperback left too long on a shelf,

September makes Underwood remember school
And a girl who gave him a book.

"You should read this. It reminds me of you."

September makes Underwood think of promises and lies,
Books he did not read. A sun will come up
But not this one. Every day passing
Is a torn-out page.

Underwood studies the mirror, researching
The cause of each wrinkle. Considers

Buying a pink shirt, maybe some shoes.
This time of year everything's on sale.

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Hurricane brings the beat, but we ain't dancing.

A storm down south pushes funky
air through every crack and wrinkle.

We cannot get naked enough
To vent the heat or cool our skin.

The clouds are clothing us. We wear
rain for a hat. The wooly-wet

a river-muddied Saint Bernard
who wants to be your best friend.