Del Ray Cross

Del Ray Cross

2 Postcard Poems
from Postcard Poems:  Jim Behrle & Del Ray Cross

skirt around the real issues release some jaws of detail win a lottery due process research my payback it hammers the fuck out of a voice that looks a little like Paula Poundstone certainly it has a dual purpose just take my hand and burn through the floor full of blue smoke and we can dance even this close and see nobody (3/9/2003) trees twinkle above my dad’s dead shoes which step over a little sprig of pine that’s lodged in a sidewalk crack I watch a grocery buggy decide not to pass under some police tape nononono they’ve sawed down the circle of trees in Sydney Walton Square I get up redfaced and walk back to work dodge a falling leaf look for the three doves from last year not here then peer over Davis Street where the leaf-rakers are breakdancing under the plum trees (3/18/2003)

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