the turning cement ground grinds feet
to nubs and nails like the dead only hair
and nails grow the rest just wears away
salting future tornado clouds
Tag Archives: labor
no. 10
the thing is I never chose not really
this whole working life just one re
action re action: from 18 to
48 one long train of the decision
being made anyhow til now
lot dogs 9
[putting on the dog 2] liar she said
you just lied jingle jangling
her track license all privilege n pomp
like some Catherine the Great caricature
having to park with the proles
and maybe miss her horse slip
in the sloppy track