Left Turn

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Sky blue trepidation
low as bricks
soft as flakes

My brother called
something about
quitting jobs
remembering jobs
remembering summertimes
building log houses
muggy days
broke by coral seas
sanddunes stretch
past the yellow cedars
jump again into sento
soaking hot
feeling low
straggling past
the circumstance

Sadie Superstar

Sadie often I told you
don't break two laws at once
Sadie don't wanna scold you
but i won't bail you out
more than twice

You've been taking
candy from strangers
since you were a kid
now you're craving
the impending danger
your habits bring

Sadie Superstar
I believe that you'll be
even better
than any of us are

I'm not sure
how to explain
but your twinkle
and your poetics
make you sublime

Sulphur Pile

There are just a few things
that i know about the sulphur pile

first, is that i am not sure it is actually sulphur
second, the pile is not harmed by rain
next, the (assumed) sulphur is used for something
somehwere else
trains bring it here, ships take it somewhere beyond

and the pile never changes in size

glowing like Van Gogh's pool table
under cafe lamps

Leaving Iceland

Thorvald sets sail
to follow his brother's trail
unsure of expectations
but comfortable sure of direction

headed towards vinland
where scraelings abound
he's windy and heady
and leaves nothing behind