Saturday, February 4, 2012

the easy out

and just when
you thought you'd failed

lay in the ashes
of your own apparent ruins
putting embers out
on the pads of your fingers
and searching for
the easy out

redemption comes swelling

courses through
like the tide over sand
swells through your body

leaves you
now truly destroyed

on the brink of strength

Friday, February 3, 2012

velvet fog

she tells me she had a poem
velvet fog, she says
and it sounds like her cologne
rich and soft and sour
on the tip of my tongue

she lost it over the accountant
inhumanity and bad city planning

i think about the fog
hanging low over cursed water
until it drags itself in the drink
a drunk girl's sleeve in spilled
three olives cherry vodka
moisture sticking the pile together
like a wet cat

she would have said something
more picteresque
more romantic
would have tucked the fog around me
for rest and sweet dreams

but lost it
to the accountant
the chihuahua
the traffic

i smear a drop of her cologne
on the inside of my wrist
and the smell curls around me
like my blanket fog

like a cat