It Gets Away From You

Grainy bugger
rolled in foggy photographs
and long lost summers
toasting your success at making it
ten
twenty
thirty years past who you
were
are
and will be
some day.

Sidewalk Vomit

I was snapping American Gothic
momma upside-down-and-wow-Columbus-is
dirt-ee
when I realized
lightbulb in my brain
casting a Christ-like Halo
around a Cactus Puppy
that I'm there
standing in someone's
last night
wishing I was standing in my
today
instead of waiting
tredding water waist-line
wanting gray-curly yesterday
but needing to move
begrudginly forward.