i decided on three poems here they are i'll let you know how it goes

Snail:

Snail you little fool

i told you already i had places to be


i said little snail


you are such a delicacy 



and then snap crack

 
i broke your perfect spiral jetty shell


and drank from it the goo


that used to be you


alive


and 


well, living?



But what is the life of a snail


carrying that weight on your back


and their is no McDonald's to go to 

(silly me trying to think that you think 
small you 
your just a snail. and i ate you right up)

Clay:

I woke up

Hands

Covered

Hands

Smothered

In earthenware

Wearing these

Hands out

Dehydrating each knuckle

Till flesh cracks

While fingers dance

Like willow whisps in wind

And in my family

Hands tell stories

Were books put words on pages

Hands flutter language across air

Using elbows as trapezes

Snowstorms in Brooklyn:

A long while passed

Before I stood

The snow fell in diagonal dotted lines

It blew in swirling flocks

And like the geese which had migrated

My legs began to bend

They gained momentum

Even with their brittle age

And the pain

Of roads traveled

When I still had you

My wife with paper-thin hands

And gentle lamb eyes

My love, laughing with her feet

And yet as I walk to the Cadillac

Only your imprint will be there

In bed, for me to come home too

As I fumble for my keys

You know how shaky my hands

Are dear

I think

Won’t it be nice when I

Reunite with you

And two new bodies

Can have the chance to grow lumps of old wrinkled skin

Skin that stretches and sags at the elbows

And still look over

In bed

At night

And see the soul in a body familiar

Who once had soft flesh

And I still reach over to touch

The space