History

history counts it's skeletons
in round numbers
over time
bending bones
like sand scoured stone

not too much to ask for

i want 
a vote
to hire.

i want 
every person's vote,
from the east coast to
the hawaiian islands,
to count.

i want
to vote
for someone
who speaks 
softly
with intelligence,
compassion,
understanding,
strength, and
controlled
etiquette.

i want 
to choose
from everyone 
that has passed
a test to apply.

i don't want parties,
i want candidates
that meet the
requirements
of doing the job.

title . the signs . by n.m.davis

there are
the candidates
talking in the distance
singing
trying to be heard
one above the other
the train
coming closer
whistling
before
crossing the road, not stopping
never stopping
just making noise
a warning
to stay out of the way
mind the signs
and make
the right
choice

title "around the white"

red polka dot
wrinkled sheets

sunny days
strung-out

a necklace of
sweat beads

around the white
neck of a flying
angel

over the blue
chalked
sidewalk

cracks and all

i like

the sliver
of a silver moon

gooey
crust of pie

dancing to
a familiar tune

and looking
into your eyes

love is

love is in
warm breath

in
what we
can not see

the force
that drives
particles
into galaxies

and you
into her arms

take me,

dear love,

from this
lonely place

and hold me

in

your sweet

embrace.




december
11
2016