OLD MEN BATHING
Old men bathing
Unseen but felt
Book pages yellowing
Country music playing
Hands over face,
Moisture from brow,
Liver spots widening
America is singing,
Children are frowning,
Old Men are bathing.
THE ARCHAIC SMILE
A piece of jewelry on a nude
Accentuates the nakedness,
Like the heavy smell of smoke on your jacket
Reminds us you are lonely.
Smoking in bowling alleys,
Coffee splashing against teeth
Like time-dried papyrus.
You breathe smoke into the receiver
With no one on the other end,
And you tap your cigarettes on the pool table,
Purposeful, thoughtful, fingertips chalky blue;
Quickening the onset of death.
The seaweed says hang on slow down.
The apple sky spits seeds they ripple.
Aluminum cans fade this is where they end up.
The person tossing them off the overpass could never have known.
In his mind this might just be a roadside convenience.
In his mind maybe it's the end of the earth.
My oars say hang on not so fast.
My blinking eyes say it's getting late.
Some day when this is all highway I'll need wheels on the bottom
And maybe a hook at the end of my paddle
So my people might find me if they wanted to
Follow my scraping scratching footprint with pitchforks into the city.
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