ARIZONAN GHAZELS
Sunday, February 27th, 2005In October all of the leaves turn to stained glass,
they shatter like bombed churches across the sidewalk.
The drugs are in the trunk, stuck between gas cans and diapers.
Ahead, the border is the horizon, is a line of shimmering coke.
Sparrows bathe in potholes, sunlight falls in chunks.
The storm drain sighs and aeroplanes stiff-fingerpaint the sky. [...]
