Does Macy's Tell Dixie

When the civil war rail car rolled
Out to sea as planned, could be I blamed
For fearing things got out of hand?
The tracks were laid upon sand.

Bedroom lamps would not light up.
We wrapped small toys in colored thread.
The lay of the land was thin enough
To see babies in their beds.

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My Husband is a Rickshaw Driver

Yor maudlin as a milk-begging cripple.

Homecoming Roadtrip

Deer on the road dead / a man leaps from burning Jeep / Four cops with guns drawn

Bob Dylan at IU Auditorium

even in row 5 / Bob Dylan is a mere blur / Tom Waits a shadow

I follow the coffee aroma to its source

looking for some mild wake up time

My baby's made breakfast

'French style'

and life

on this drowsy Sunday morning

seems ... entire poem

Fair Exchange

She pays me in coin /

small change she finds on the ground /

Good luck, you’ll need it

Obscured by Flatus

Your bare legs may be fairly peppered with the gummy, reduplicative particles.