the city recedes
behind each pedal.
each braking lets go
animal-like warning:
I am here.
beware.
I will not oil,
nor seek repair
the dim street light entering unbeckoned
--like the heat apparent in clinging, moist sheets.
no breeze--the screen letting in only
myriad engine roars,
sinewy, wet horks,
unmuffled cries,
amplified lyrics
that warp and Doppler shift.
the ears like mine that strain for change.
pitter-patter.
the restless dream
of rain.
darker horses
lace panties
diamond-encrusted, pink virginities
the desire to break in
and snap one of the strings
take in legs, like twin towers
he submitted
his soul constantly dragging
through half-melted snow
willingly
inconsistent dark meat
smiling through a mauling
to love it
at all times, and under every banner
when the wrong man wins
OK. The first two were written today while I was doing laundry at the laundry place. The third one was my first "found poem," which is a poem composed of separate lines gathered from an outside source--like a magazine, book, sign, etc. I got my sources from VICE Magazine Volume 15 Number 4 The Fashion Issue 2008. All these poems are my taking part in various workshops online. I have yet to begin school this year, but I will be studying poetry quite a bit. The titles are, "brakes," "those summer nights," and "First Findings."
before || after
