Selected Poems
Fill Up and Break Up
(to the woman who got out of his car at the gas station
and immediately took the bus home, while he was inside paying)
She asked you to pick her up and
throw her into the last wall of night
hard, the way you meant to leave her
to make her back sting sharp from stars.
She yearned to vanish from light.
You bore her wind gypsy spirit, finally
higher than she could ever stand to see.
She peers curious, into her empty forever.
You wait and hurl her back, by that black
hair, smiling, head-long into hungry heaven.
There is no bottom to a nebula of souls
nor any beginning to an oil spiral floating
rainbow bright, on a gas yard puddle.
You stand still alone.
and immediately took the bus home, while he was inside paying)
She asked you to pick her up and
throw her into the last wall of night
hard, the way you meant to leave her
to make her back sting sharp from stars.
She yearned to vanish from light.
You bore her wind gypsy spirit, finally
higher than she could ever stand to see.
She peers curious, into her empty forever.
You wait and hurl her back, by that black
hair, smiling, head-long into hungry heaven.
There is no bottom to a nebula of souls
nor any beginning to an oil spiral floating
rainbow bright, on a gas yard puddle.
You stand still alone.
