Wednesday, May 14, 2014

It Was Very Early

It was very early.  
The aftermath - the dream litter -
Could be seen in the streets.

The New York City morning
Could not be diagnosed as yet.
Its pulse flickered in between

What was and what will be.
It lay still, like a coma sleeper,
On its bed of concrete.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Awake (After a Dream)

Sunlight chimes morning and

Shatters glass.  Shards of window

Break and fall.  Pieces of day

Cover sidewalks, like leaves

After a cold rain.  Memory is now

Broken.  White-hot flecks

Steam and evaporate,

Tossed apart on the cement.