Counting down to sleep
pausing, smiling at 54
the bus I once rode
East and west Berlin
“Gorbachav, tear down that wall”
united at last
(this is an old one I recently remembered)
Abracadabra
magical healing powers
alakazam!
Calcium lime rust
hidden throughout my city
spectrum of decay
Mother is angry
holes in the linoleum
mumblety peg proof
Fighting the sandman
always a pointless battle
knocked out, once again.
Pulling off petals
she loves me, she loves me not…
Try one more flower
Admire sunflowers
roots planted firmly in the ground
facing the bright side
childhood, behind the Deer Lane Deli
graffiti on a dumpster reads
“Wes Magness has aids”
I wonder what aids are