Given

When the rocks come in
I'll come tumbling down
Into the moorish wind of sound
Wind myself up, let myself down
And when the complete comes
I'll toss myself away
Leaving laughters loss
On its way far away
Dust in the dreams
Catapault awake
Away from me
Dust in my dreams
Caterpiller sleep
Lives met
When I'm awake
Tumbling down
Reaching out
Sent but not forgiven
Forest from my trees
Memory freeze
Tease thaw wake
Given.

Denis Streeter 1/6/11

Streets

The color of streets
When they walk at night
Twisted yellow gray
Obscure light.
The curve of streets
When they talk at night
Countenance untold
Rolled in tight.
The story of streets
Moonlit dry
Walk when they talk
Asking why.

Denis Streeter 1/5/11