Tag: poem

  • June, Texas

    June, Texas

    June, Texas When I lie back and float My ears below the closed surface of the water, I hear no cicadas No high-frequency ringing, No arthropodic singing Repeating through the elms Just the ceaseless sound of so much water Siphoned off by the square, tiled mouths of the swimming pool’s drains

  • Ninety-Five Five

    Ninety-Five Five

    95.5 It’s hip-hop in Reno,Country in Vegas,And opera in Albuquerque Alternate Title: “Radio, a Road Trip Poem”