Where

Where
Eric Blasco

I was looking at the screen
to follow other lives around.
I was stumbling to find my way out of town,
thinking I left,
when I was lying on the ground.

It was the same spot
where I wrote you this goodbye
in between subway stops.
Where ticks on clocks
make time rot.
Where the tree lies
down, when the sun sets
in the moon’s eyes
dusk dries
up the day’s old
bread grows mold.
 
So I broke a dollar in two
to buy some luck.
I scraped loose change together,
where 80 cents buys a buck.

 

To Bittersweet

To Bittersweet
Eric Blasco 

          
Bring me back
to when we played
under the grapevine shade
naked we made
our first steps on the cold rock
the cattail blades
the wild chicken coup
bumpy apples
tumbled from waxy stems
and gnarled trees blew
wild like your
tangled-in-wind
hair,
that stare
brings knee-scrape days
5 o’clock summer haze
diving board launches
us to the frogs
their heads turned in awe
sometimes popped off,
Plop!