Sunday, September 20, 2009

A Triolet and a Tanka

Horizons

Again I leave as malcontent
As slamming rotted window sills
That send up bugs dead, dust, and lint.
Again I leave as malcontent
A mutt who can't afford cheap rent
But send me stars, horizon!--'til
Again I'll leave as malcontent
As slamming rotted window sills.


Sunstroke

Red beams give a rash
To all these shriveled up rocks
Where trees stoop down low
And waves arise from asphalt,
Baking critters on the road.

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