sum pomes

don't feel much like posting new content today, so here are a couple of old poems. the first is about our time in denver. the second is about a trip home i made 6 years ago.

josephine street

her scarves
are scattered throughout the house
they hang from coathooks
decorations made of
wool
and chenille

his books
are on shelves
tables and chairs
they are dirty
always covered in dust
and dog hair

in spite of new paint
the walls are pockmarked
scarred
plaster bubbling
in the corner
right angles disappearing
from an old house settling

chicago bus station, december 21, 2000

street derelicts
sitting out the cold
hoping to go unnoticed
chin on chest
looking out from under eyebrows
biting nails
nervous
paranoid

urban black men
cornrowed hair and baggy jeans

aged bearded hippy travelers

bald military boys
shoes patent leather shined
going home in their uniforms
full of pride

young angry kids
pierced lips and eyebrows
doc martens and wallet chains
long sleeves pulled down
to yellow nicotine fingers

and outside
the sun shines bright
negative wind chill cold
and one cannot distinguish
between cold vaporized breath
cigarette smoke
or bus exhaust
in the sooty
snowy streets of chicago