The dead girl by the beautiful Bartlett.
I'm sad. I make horrible sentences.
A woman alone in the park waves. The water.
The dead girl by the beautiful Bartlett.
Put down the cell phone. I'm sad. The waves.
The horrible staring. A woman alone
in the park. Waves. The leaves. Leaves
along in the park. I'm staring. The
dead girl by the beautiful Bartlett. I'm sad.
Put down your cell phone. A wave.
The sad girl alone in the park. Leaves.
Put down your cell phone. The Bartlett.
The staring. A leaf alone in the horrible
leaves. The dead girl. The staring.
-Joshua Beckman
I don’t care
don’t mind
disappear
walk right by
I don’t think about you
after class or on the bus
Between drinks
fall asleep
tell stories
Faces carved from snow
seasoned indifference
I’m not some kid
I always smile when I see you
Whether you be in dresses or shorts or skirts
I don’t disappear
watching as you scourge
Of the nights poisons
shirtless
tendrils of hair climbing down your back
glowing like a spirit
Captivated in your meekest
I wish I changed the subtle things
Left the rest to entropy
Maybe then
I wouldn’t care
Keep Climbing.
