My current trend in writing is to treat it like bits of code. Debugging as time goes on (fixing spelling/grammarish issues).

Most of these poems will rest the way they are written, but given time and interest many will see a patches or 2 before it is over.

8.08.2005

Forensic Powder

You got caught this morning
red handed
as you left the scene
each foot you laid down
left after right
placed a pattern
traced a path

i tracked you down
the stairs
around back to the left
saw right where
you paused,
making deeper impressions

the world around
is a snow globe
left unstirred

still standing in that spot
shifting your weight
you swinging your hip out
and bending slightly forward
apply key to lock
the lock sprung wide
you enter
dropping your luggage inside
igniting the engine wick
it backs out
then heads up

from slump you
straighten your spine
breathing deeper,
you look porcelain perfect
trails of steam cloud up
and whisk off from
your open mouthed

yawn
it is the morning still
only a hint of the heavens eyes opening

now I am turning widdershins
one foot around the next
hands busy brushing off the powder
around back to where
the open door
took you
off again
away from here

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