Wednesday, March 2, 2011

on the streets

Aeolius agitated on the streets
the ambulance flowed off
like a hearse escorted by
the usual public safety suspects

on the corner, ratted braids

and woe, untied boots
a big black eye: speechless
and midnight thunder in the air

yes – I know “are you all right”

is a stupid question. no, there is
notadamnthing that will help 
just leavemealone (you didn’t say that)

hour after hour the opportunities

knock on the door of perception
it is an effort to turn that way, not
this, and open to what comes

the only right thing there is, over

and over again… or option two:
to hide the rage and fear, and
suck integrity down the drain


   news from a small town March 11, 2010