Carson

 

4:30 pm, I am a G shape,

head on the bed

letting the sound of traffic

seep into my skin

seep into my skin

I am in the jail at Carson

waiting to plead my case

I'm in the jail at Carson

eyes on the outside

and it's something else

​

There's a boy on a bike, it's red

he's trying to jump the kerb

there's a girl being dragged

off her feet

by a German Shepherd

will not be told

​

and the light

gilding the ridge

and the light

sparring with clouds

and the light

voicing some other green

it's never the same

never the same

​

4:40 pm front row seat

kaleidoscope sight

letting a thousand stories

seep into the cracks

of this arid mind

and they're digging trenches 

and they're greeting strangers

and the trees are whispering

a melody on the breeze

on the outside

and it's something else