In Transit 2

The vessel is haunted by silence
Heavily hung in the weak glow of the semi-orb light
From my projected sullen exhaust
Audible only to my mind I sing
"In the background
in the background
in the background"

The cool August wind glides over my right cheek
As I look out into the road
"Everything is quiet "
Except for the droning hum of my machine
The sullenly exhausted mind
In the process of arranging words

Morning Afternoon Journeys

Specks of dust float in front of me
I stare into space
I imagine staring out into the universe

Going to, I see
Calves malnourished, ribs jutting out their sides
One wanders languidly into
The nearby cemetary

Traveling back
I notice a dog, dead and stiff
Lying decaying on the side
Of the road;
A crazy, half-naked person
Dirty and laughing
Dancing in the middle;
Tall flowering weeds
Growing out of the city pavement