Hierophany

Let’s talk socially.
The people you live close to
can hear you through the hills.
I never wanted to bring the
to bring the bag of chips to your party to
to feel the cold of your doorknob.
The bag is empty but for salt
at the bottom.       Salt is is
pre-hypertension.     So be.
Relax.      Digging for pennies under
the porch isn’t a bad idea.
Just don’t find any dead bodies.

This entry posted by J Rand : 17:05

But I hide behind the spa I had installed.
Gravel and country clubs and khoury league.
Stoners in the high schools,
Businesses long ago come and go.
East end, west end — what’s the difference.
It’s not city, it’s not country.  What is it?
People call it Bellevue.
They’re like, “Oh yeah, you’re from Bellevue….”
Sometimes I correct them.
Fast food, soft serve, another big box arrives.
VHS or betamax.  Strip malls stripped down.
A search reveals only that my baseball cards are worthless.
Fountain in the middle.  Courthouse.  County seat.
The name of a place I used to shop for jeans.
Back when I was handing my heart to grade school girls.

This entry posted by J Rand : 22:44

   Laptop    sideshow Bob  marine
        monkey rail   ghost town

  Santa Rosa    sound
       line jumpers
 Lovers of the land

ticking clock summer broken windows
the last

   grain of sand I cannot   count

        forever & what then?

This entry posted by J Rand : 22:30