two Bree poems

and slowly

citys only correctional hospital
same as where i got born was
torn down today
and this evenings also
gone allreddy to cornering sheets
whiling time

worlds largest surplus hardware
the one where my old
momma found me
tho i meant to
be lost
mini blinds on her
head/modern medusa
me with paint sticks
whiling time

regionally touted hot bar buffet
just outside my old hometown
steaming outwardly
cooking whats been cooked
allreddy furious
as trains and
slowly
whiling time

999

light/again

is it a wet orange
or breast augmentation
bleeding
sterile
citrus squeeze
is the sun
throb dancing or
am i migraining
dull
jerk
again

999