Thursday, July 21, 2011


Under the shadow of
Empty boxes
This heat
This damn heat
Makes me smile
Legs and arms
Arms and legs
Kicking and punching
To hold up nothing more than air
Wrinkled coupons
And sun bleached posters
Promising bliss
At 30 to 40 percent off
All this concrete could have been
Could have
The glass however
Will take care of itself
Crawling back to the beaches
And deserts
When we least stand watch