Wednesday, October 22, 2008

to sip

to sip

is to not drink

to sip is to be social

the glass in your hand is a prop

to sip

is not to quench

to sip is not to slake

to sip

is

to sip.

The Jammed Red Ribbon

The Jammed Red Ribbon

He sees you there
in red.

The whole crowd's in red,
but he knows you.

Red yesterdays,
black ball tomorrows.

That ribbon
that ties our tongues
our hands.

The jammed red ribbon
that strikes the page.
The sad beat of history
shouted black and white
torn up, twisted words
whispered
in the manila yellow dark.