two poems

These poems —posted to twitter on 29-Oct-2021— were intended originally more as tweets; however, since I deleted my Twitter accounts, I moved these here as they compare similarly to flash poems I write and occasionally share.

"slot car box-set"

i rolled out of bed;
inserted the batteries;

began playing
again

accelerating into curves;
trigger-squeezing a white knuckle
ride on buried rails down
digital cocaine
straightaways

on a track of ones & zeroes
in a world of perfect 10s

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"town #15"

a barn roof of metal is pitched like a steeple, allowing ice, snow and dreams of better futures to fall

onto arid ground and into dry socket mouths struggling now to speak — and keep faith in prayer

were it that a teardrop could improve an acre,
I would fruit the county

edited

a barn roof is metal and pitched like a steeple, allowing ice, snow and dreams of better futures to fall

onto arid ground and the dry socket mouths now struggling to speak & believe in prayer

were it a tear could improve an acre, I would fruit the county

original text, as posted to twitter