#algiers
Heaven here
and happiness
Faces like coffee
Hearts of chocolate
I remember and hum
Sleeping on pillows
not walking through fire
You remember and sing
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 11:27 AM UTC
Watery morning
sunlight
filters gently through
browning oak
leaves nevertheless
another Algiers
rush
hour grips
convulses
disgorges
one
rattling car
after the
other.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 9:39 AM UTC
It’s only six
thirty, but
night is already
heavy, thick,
black, dense.
We hurtle along
ink-dark twisted
roads, lined with
tall, promising,
never-lit
streetlights and feathery
bending pines. A young
man emerges suddenly,
out of spreading
darkness,
walking -
it’s always men
walking at night - he
wears somber
clothes, and walks
near the edge
of the broken, rising
pavement,
unaware. He is
illuminated
in a brief flash
by the angry head
lights of an
oncoming car,
then he disappears,
consumed by the
night. The only trace
he leaves is
the faint
incandescence from
his palm-cradled
phone.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 9:35 AM UTC