Dream with Hurricane

Florida’s coast the horizon gunmetal
and the gales drive me into a house
where I ramble in garbled non sequiturs
about God highways marijuana to a cop
whose intent is to arrest me but he says
he does not have the authority yet
I say you’ll get there then after
the wreckage the cop works as a clerk
in the city’s only shelter     I ask
if there’s room and he says not yet

 

(originally published in Hollow Tongue, Spring 2018)

Stranded

another night of insomnia
the crickets never sleep

endlessly yapping on &
on about the planes & trains

& flightless birds who wander
fields endlessly & there

is an island where
that’s all that happens

it’s 5 A.M.
& this bed is an island

 

(originally published in The Sunlight Press, 2018)