two fun-sized poems found in a journal.

1.
young man in a funeral suit
barcode on the bank door
empty tram lacks character of
sweaty school uniform or foreign language practicalities.
instead the peeling paint and beer on the floor asks
if this is the future, now what?

2.
dali's clocks are a picture of a girl
in vaudeville cottons;
escaping the
still heat of hot winds
through cities clean
of interference.