Sick Shoes

Sick shoes

Nothing new

On the road

Out of fuel

Hold on tight

As the fever passes through

Water on the Parking Lot

In a parking lot

West of town

Water falls

Straight down

Into the puddle

On the ground

Into the swells all around

In Plain Sight

Over the hedge

In plain view

What was stolen

Was witnessed by me

And you

No doubt cast

Over the shadow

Of memory

What happened in that

Moment in history

Will live forever

In infamy

Unequal Fence

A fence runs along

The seems of a property

Judicious in its connecting pieces

Separating the easements

All fences have the imperfection

Of construction

And deterioration

A fence from the ground

To the sky

Coordinated Volcano

The coordinated volcano

Knows when to blow the steam

When to burn the smoke

When to break at the seems

It can shut its leaks

And wait for the weak

When the coordinated volcano

Blows

Onion Opinions

Onion opinions

The popular trend

Begin again and again

With the same refrain

Said for days

A lazy sleep

Will wish me away

From the stinky options

Of spoiled onion breathe

Upon a delicate day

Casts shadows of death