55. They hung out with folks like Dennis Hopper, Bob Seger, and Sonny & Cher.
it doesn’t skip a beat
she wouldn’t allow it to
for nothing on the moving sidewalk does.
the heart stays in its
wooden cradle
in its ribcage that lullabyes
but never quite rocks.
now hold on tight to the rail
he treadmills beside her
and spellchecks just as cruelly
in the midst of her greatest brilliance
as he does when she’s candid
in her diary
with easy angst [...]
Posted at 2pm on 8/27/08 | 1 comment | Filed Under: poetry | Tagged: neko case, shawn mullins | read on
54. Bahen and on and on.
The buildings are silent. A custodian, who keeps his head low and face averted, moves the yellow extension cord of the vacuum to let me pass. Without feet and hurry, these floors are mirrors now. My reflection moves across the tile in tantalizing circles just because it can. Turning, turning, and though there appears no [...]
