Poem: Idle Days on the Patuxent

The rain in Seattle makes me miss the east coast
With summers so hot you melt outside
Those brutal days are worth the warm nights
Where we would drink beer on the hood of your car
Watching the tide roll in lapping at the sand
As we skipped rocks shattering the stars

Poem: Church Point

On the riverfront down at church point
There’s music rising up from the river
Where the gathered congregants
Drink shitty beer and talk of Marx
Or whose going to do what
With all their big plans soaring
Towards an uncaring god

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