it all keeps
going – this
not a chip
a belt
a cog this
we are not
machines
see? read
on screen
Category Archives: 2023
all winters echo State Street 2012
wake wake from that
reoccurring dream
wandering a campus
a town a broken down
village cold empty beaches
overgrown quads
to a cold cold earth
memories
of a lonely Chicago
a ghost on State Street
forgotten
until Union Station opens
another warm dream
it’s that second sentence, the one that heals real deal
deserted as we are by the fire tenders
we wake from sour dreams marching
with schools of salmon and ghosts of murdered trees
the wind, if it moves a kiss or two in any direction
kicks up abandoned nostalgias
townie boys in their daddys’ trucks play chicken
at the railroad crossing, gunning dry engines
kicking up saw dust that bring on the rain
just enough to scratch the thirst, keep the flames
breathing bright