Airport Lounge

To the sound of syncopated moans it suddenly dawned 
on me that dryer lint removal was long overdue, 
rather like my public library books on gardening for beginners
and Artaud's early essays (translated, naturally).

Where I'm From

But we were broke, not poor
Syrup sandwiches using white bread, ramen or whatever’s there
Watching taped rerun, reciting words acting as if we truly compare
Asking them who gets toons after the tax holiday

Who Knew?

So he let it seep deep, deep down
No registration for the gun passed down
through stitched lips as if from lost and found
Hands clasp
White rage
Permeating the veins of his deep, deep brown