August 29, 2009

Your Verse

You were a beautiful
poem about flowers
in the summer. But
an unfamiliar dialect
a whole different language
sang your song
I tried you in my mouth
and you raged against
my tongue

When I folded you up
and put you in my
pocket, I hid your
verse from the world
to see.

August 20, 2009

Small Town

When I was young I moved to a small town
This was rare, the residents didn't move around
In hindsight, I don't know how anyone dated:
Everyone I met was related.