Breaking Ice Roads
Chisel with a flat-headed spade,
remove the ice that forms
when the snow meets the sun.
I can’t just sprinkle salt;
that would be wasteful.
Sudden
He doesn’t understand what
we’re saying.
You know what I’m saying?
Loudly now!
So there is no doubt.
What’s the harm in
a little fun
at his expense?
No Hallways
I hear knocks and cries
from the stairwell.
A squall of echoes
chips the paint;
He silences with time.
I check if my door is locked.
Composed 01/18/14
Author’s Note: I always had this idea for a twitter account: Compose a poem with only 144 characters. I like trying to do this. It’s a good exercise and it produced some interesting results. I look forward to trying this again.
Two Second Street 