Saturday, September 1, 2012

3-day Weekend by sean s

There was nothing on my front porch but quiet
and my hand hanging from my wrist for a few decades more,

and here I am trying to spoil all that.

Whown by sean s

After JKD's Who...

After a conversation, who
were I as green as a twister's

down the roar unfearing northlike
a cat's eye under basement steps

now, a little farther
a little farther
the boreal under my roots
under the steps of my Brooklyn

were I under my own steps
my o'n