Outside The Metro
Spent grain back
to the cows,
washed-up
high school stars
teaching at
their alma mater:
This is small-town
Americana,
not the antique-shop
definitions that
you’re used to
but the real
rusted-out kind
which can give
you tetanus if
you’re not careful,
blood on your finger
the color of
the tractor Papa
once drove,
before suburbia
suffocated everything.
Accidental Happiness
The derby girls were out in full force
on the boardwalk of the Salton Sea,
rolling past abandoned gas stations
and half-decayed resorts to their
own type of clarity, the old rink
moss-covered and guano-strewn,
and even though you’d think
the grannies would tire
of the fish-bone beach by now
somehow they persist,
they all keep coming back to this
deserted desert oasis to recall
the fleeting beauty that can come
from the gravest of mistakes.
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