The validity

 The vagueness of the image
A photo faded so badly
A memory I try to conjure back but fail
Like a muscle losing it's strength

I search for the weight of it
The validity it made me feel
A ghost of it leaving the chamber of my mind
Leaving uncomfortable traces
making me beg to see the whole clear picture

A page of my life almost blank now
How many particle electrons it gave me
Sustaining my mind and body
over many months
Its crash agonizing but short

It is nowhere now
Hopeless to follow or seek
An image in the wood
Losing it's edges
I need see the shape of it

It will not grace my eyes 
ever again

Atchafalaya

 Fell in the swamp
Won't get out
Warm bath in this
Hot stew where teeth are near
Rot and other dead issues

Try to Swim in the slop
Deeper than my length
To wash away the need for land
And indulge the need for mud

The dry bank is oh so far
Something moves in the brackish
It creates a swirl of ghosts upon the surface
Soon it might just sniff me out

And if that comes to pass
Im dragged into water grass
Right down into dreaded mud
My last message tooth on bone

No dice on the supplement

 Slow motion over the goods
What you seek you can not find here
The price is no good 
the mouth asks

The things you've come for
An empty bag remains
an unpaid receipt
An unreciprocated glance

Slow motion farewell
a wish of goodness
some sort of giving up
trolley wheels whine in defeat 

The birth of another homeless

 On the side of the highway
he was abandoned at fourteen
At school they called him simple
At home, useless

He had been kicked out of his parents car
He would have to make his own way from here
He walked up the steep slope beside the highway
the slippery grass did not hinder him

He reached the narrow stretch at the top of the slope 
Along the wooden fence  separating the houses from the highway
He collects fruit that had fallen down on the highway side
just enough for a days sustenance

He wandered on not soiled yet, not dirty
But abandoned, with tragedy gripping the rails
Down the line of fate's indifferent tracks
He would become another homeless collector
of inevitable misfortune

A twinkling toward sleep

 Yonder I would arrive
Moon city lit
Wanting bed moving forward
No curiosity for gravity

Above the tenenments
Below the city's canopy
Moonlight bathing
sheets adjusted

Night dark blue
Purple lining
city lights and moon shine compete
sleep will overtake

I woke there

 I woke there

Humble tables
Moon want beds
waiting slumber

But I woke there

Routine gripped me yet
Like a machine repeating
My mechanical body continued

I woke there

Confused yet busy
The moment those eyes opened
where had I slept?

Because I woke there

Had I wondered after dark
Looking for my next task
seeking to exit this dream

concrete bonder

 The concrete heats up inside the mixer
It burns and leaks out of the steel container
then it pours into the space to fill the next level
steaming and occasionally burn

The concrete fills up like hot grey soup
It will set and then crack
soon the building may fall
But the drizzle fell and cooled it off

It was losing heat and bonding well
solidifying slowly over the day
readdy to bear the unrealistic weight
Of another ten stories on top of it