Tuesday, February 25, 2003

obsess



I drive in redress beyond red, diesel dusk.

Blood saps the conscience, no escaping this lane.

The joke wind issuing hard on the mirror

whirls ashes, blasts my interior space.

Fractious, I creep the fringe,

sealed by otherness, adrift.



I whisper a black psalm of rocks,

now scoping girls in the parking lot.