Potatoes 2

Edge of the brow
  i see signs
of the gulch brightening

All those winters
 wash stains,
on the sun's towel

Monday,a bout of
dejection behind
every lip

Two birds
magnificently in love
only one dives

Phone rings,pens clip
Pads open,ransom
pens clip again

Hunger,faces
hang,over the chest
of mother

A nail in the coffin,
sticks out,
wanting to be last ?

Early spring,
three bodies
found by the river

Flashlights,
the house
across the street

Night,loud voices
on the street
calling my name

Afternoon,bars
of the window
i try to squeeze my head through