Careless song

Your born again American,
I'd like to weep into your rearview.
It's been years since I saw you,
If I was a careless song
I know I'd get along.

I'd like to loose you so I can run.

I'd like to sync but I just sink.
Your born again, so mean and cruel.
I'd like to loose so I can run
away from you.

An ode to Love

Tar stretches like a bed.
In the vacant lot, letters burn:
OPEN

The breath of barking dogs
by the sharp headed rocks.
A brittle rope dangling.
You slip, I laugh.

Teeth of neon green, eyes lovingly.
Arms around my neck, teaching me to dance.
After twelve the lights go out.
He leaves an open door
and quiet by the side of the road.

Against the wall

I prefer the shade,
when no-one's looking.
Put me in the corner;
hands between plates,
a newspaper.

Upon the mantle,
a hardy bunch;
stalk kept straight,
mulched and wet,
yet so loose, almost collapsing.

Next to a cabinet: three animal masks
mounted on the dining room wall;
the winding hall and then the door.