March 14, 2013

Soft banana, rotting banana:
I squish you with my fingers' trip
(Not without fear of contagion)
To divine the mettle beneath your skin,
Whether carrion Time has sucked away
All your inward ripened store of state
—Or if there withstands some braver patch
Not too gross to eat

March 11, 2013

I want to visit
Because that’s the name stamped
(Darker than graphite)
On the Bilbo-sized pencil
With those six unvarnished faces
And an off-center lead.