John the bartender

He's got eyes that don't stop
I could look forever
Feeling out every layer of color
Understanding the depths and mysteries of his pupils
Breathing in the veins interlacing his scelra
Swimming through his lenses
Reaching to his cornea
Tickling his tear ducts

Christmas 2010

Midnight Air
Scented with pine
A rapid language
I can't define
Selling pagan symbols on Essex street
Living in a minivan through the holiday season

The ice in the sidewalk cracks
A dirt crystal dusting
Drinking gingerbread lattes
Clutching paper bags filled with bright tissue paper
Quickly clacking black boots
Stutter on the streets
Above hangs a mesh wire heaven
Of bright light bulbs
And flickering tinsel
Snow flakes and Seasons greetings