Mar 25, 2013

Unrelated Poems

I wish I was a conjurer
I’d close my eyes and
Make you reappear in
Mirrored infinities
And how strange it is
To long for other places
Like others long for home.

I was born a tree planted
In a strip mall parking lot,
a place that isn’t cool
to go to anymore,
where the windows are
Papered over, vacant eyes
Advertising nothing maybe 
you've been there
Late at night
 Exchanged bills or kisses
 in the shadow of a dented
El Camino  I live
in a empty
parking lot
to nowhere.
I have no legs,
Just roots.

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