Tagged: truck

on the curb, outside

on the curb, outside
of our window, an idling
truck, predawn, weaving

its big, noisy, trucky dreams
into our great brooklyn ones
.
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in a complicated

in a complicated
world, the brain learns
to process data
through shortcuts –
the three sustained
horns from a passing
truck summon
Mathis der Maler,
the lingering cologne
in the stairwell, two
lifetimes ago,
the lady in the park
with pigeons
and
other stereotypes –
neurons will fire
in synchrony
to fill in the
superstitions
and fears
.
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it sounded like rain this morning
with the sun stalled
behind six or eight
wheels of a galumphing
garbage truck.
braking every two
seconds, one can almost
smell the wet tires
pressing rain into burnt
waffles across an asphalt
belt. something got jammed
in the door and dragged
for three yards before i noticed
a splash of torn
in a rearview mirror –
the fabric of my tattered sleep
.
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