new poem

This is the poem I posted notes for in my last group of posts. It's changed quite a bit since then but it still has no title.


is that your city? it looks
so sad empty and dust.
i seen your shoulders scarred
and burned metal spat
in raindrops coming home.
the noise broke bones in your feet
healed almost right sherds
under the skin at your joints
white knots like waxy termites.
your sole rolls a spur just under
behind your toes. like to walk
and measure the street even
if you slow and limp sometime.