0202 2020

get out on the road
if you can. lose your map
away from them

they play out the decade on
the news

a quarter century collected
oil dripping off the undercarriage
burning rubber on the
slats

enough standing aside
enough watching enough
waiting

go! get lost
in your life

WIP.2020

Here’s an excerpt from my WIP (work in progress):

“The night hung heavy and winter would not wait. The days grew shorter and colder in Chicago. We haunted an apartment wedged between others on a long city block not far from Division, the four of us. The whole block seemed to shake every time a train passed by. Factory chimneys exhaling smoke, incessant sounds. What I loved about the city was how it’s so alive. There was all kinda weather coming through, winds blasting across Lake Michigan for days. Early snow subsided to rain, and all the kids on their way to school pushed gleefully through the puddles. Skyscrapers stood tall among the trees. The vertical life in Chicago in obvious contradiction to the system of streets and rails. All diversity of people caught up in all diversity of things, twenty four hours a day. Altogether it made for a life you would not wanna miss.”
– Katya Mills

30

friday pushed through the pain

saturday flopped around 

a video game

 

the front over the pacific

hit the coastline hard

wake up your life!

hissed the surf

of salt whip cream

 

sleepy sundays broke up

the years

 

again

we put ourselves out there

for whatever it was worth