incarnations (20170926)

i saw death
meandering down
the sidewalk-less
asphalt street
full get up
dark robes
big scythe
aura of gloom
hanging visibly around him
like a cloud
of cheap cigar smoke

his bones clacked
i was in my car
don’t ask me how i know his bones clacked
my windows were rolled up
my stereo was blasting
but they clacked
or clicked
and i thought

who the hell is he here for?

too late
i saw a shadow dart
toward my car
heard the sickening
thump like
driving over a tennis ball
and shuddered

he’s one busy
son-of-a-bitch
if he’s picking up squirrels

tides (20170831)

once more i want to stand
upon that beach
remove my shoes though you know
i hate the sand against my skin

but i want to stand at the edge
of the sea
my feet in the wet sand
the water swirling around my ankles

i will stand against
the pull of the water
as sand is drawn out to sea
and i sink feet first

i want to remain there
as moon toys with tide
ground down like sea glass
the ocean and sand polishing me

standing still
sinking into wet sand
until the sea is over my head
and my edges have been smoothed away