"3 from the vault"

...three poems from an unnamed collection to be released in 2012...

road map to nowhere

 

I cannot face the fact

    that my roots are

 becoming embedded

within this

suburban city.

 

Stores that seem like

Forever posted on the digital

Tip simply waiting for the highest

Pocket to just sit back and buy it out.

 

 

ending it all

 

it’s easier to throw

   it all away

 rather than take

a walk and tell the

     earth you love her.

 

or, there’s a bullet kissing the sky...

a place on the grassy knoll, a cross

with yr name on it.

i’m shattered and in still

in the womb.

 

 

walking by

 

for every step

   taken another

life has lost it’s

way.

I am mesmerized

 by the sound of ends

touching ends and

      beginnings

 coming through.