Nine

1.
little haiku from the backseat
of Jess Fennells car:

dark clouds over Lawrence
--a dragon
drags the sky

2.
I have no baby
to call me father
and no lover
to call me baby

I am tired (also)
of the winter
wetness;
the plain white
of the American plain

the heavy cold, the snow
here and staying
(for now)

decaying slowly,
the warmth
from my miserable bones