2 poems – marc olmsted

red to the airport

and the shrouds of predawn fix beneath blankets
out of the drizzle on concrete beds
and the atom police flash invisible cruisers going South
and 2 cups of coffee & an energy drink make the body forget
how little sleep it’s had
& the silent bicyclist is startled there is someone else
on the train platform in his lonely ritual commute
8 minutes to Gateway on the Green Line
Red to the airport
trying to remember
where I’m going

at the l.a. tattoo parlor

He had an
wet & cold
venom pale, Nazi
sex magick wanna
be, worked at
the Museum of Death

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