transitory cartwheels

transitory cartwheels

this is unreal.

is transitory.

is two weeks of unreal.

is geranium reminders, of dad.

is confusions, misunderstandings.

is unnecessary space for one.

is trading but not upgrading.

is a cliche of a dragonfly.

is a repetitive spice or seasonal symbolism.

is invading mosquitoes, bees or flies cartwheeling.

is an invading lime green or pumpkin colors.

is the only area independent bookstore relocating.

is the punk bar relocating?

is loss or leaving friends.

is lonesome or loneliness.

is a creaking cracking home.

is Eunice's VW wagon stalling in a ditch.

is another friend drinking Cuervo Tequila alone in the park.

is the acids in my stomach cartwheeling.

is transitory.

poem copyright Nicole Taylor 2010

photo copyright BRowland 2010

she was a local love poet who nobody loved

"found" e-mail subject line.

the perfume of my soul

my face is buried in the rancid sweat

of the neck of a woman who sells newspapers
she lives in a dry riverbed
with criminals, sociopaths and old sleeping bags
normally funny and self-mocking,
today she is afraid
her liver is exploding
she wants a beer
a dollar
an embrace
she smells horrible,
of depleted adrenaline and alcohol,
a scent that i love

text and photo copyright browland 2009

when faith is a flame

"I got saved, my soul was rescued...."