Nissan with Silver

today I drove weepy

through Arizona

I don’t think I saw anything

how did I make it

with the spikey branch stuck

in my periphery  

new cars get me

drowning

in Sims levels
of senses I slide

off the glasses

to see what’s clogged

like music up my nose

I sniff for the knob

and cry a little

I’ve changed

from wanting

to break someone’s neck

for being as sentimental

as me

to just weeping

and

weeping

Sestina #2

I remember how evil

the melting feels in line

with the other blues

and browns, keeping tabs on clouds

singing I’m only one call

away, humming come on, come on

she sings there’s Mary on

my right and we know it’s evil-

hot, so just don’t call

my line

of clouds

not white but blues

wanna tell Mom my blues

run the game, but you are on

my mind, the ominous clouds

exchange grateful for evil

she says get empty, draw your line

back home, she sings, come on

will the wires to call

the front lawn of my blues

potion splashed in line

on winners, Mom, Mary on

my right keeps evil

off the grass, clouds

in my coffee, clouds

in my coffee, call

home again feel evil

for gaping holes and blues

running games, keep on

calling, she says, draw your line

I’m waist deep in trying online

a deep waste of time machines, iClouds

but you are on

my tabs to keep, to call

when I’ve gone, the blues

of screens turn evil

exchange empty for evil

on the lawn on my blues

draw your line home, I’m only one call