LIMBO
It’s a crime to pedestrians
but more importantly the clowns
my unshakable need to stare
directly at the birds in their
too-oft-associated habitat
and to trudge so explicitly
as to sustain any semblance
of democracy for the almost
entire pie crusts-worth
of graham cracker crumbs
strewn across my chest
INSTRUMENTAL FINGERS
Pedaling upstate lent me
the perfect chunk of solitude
to still unsuccessfully stitch together
my attraction to the etchings swiped
in the grime surrounding long-haul handles—
what it did grant though was for
each and every overpass
to scream clothesline.
