Jim Doss
 

potato-eyes
stare back at me
from freshly dug holes
I cover them with dirt
await the resurrection

Kill Your Idols
the punk-rocker's t-shirt reads—
I think of the flowers
placed yesterday
on my father's grave

winter afternoon
basketball rims still netless
on my old playground
the perfect shot
a silent swish

with the flutter
of her eyelids
hurricanes and tornadoes
race through my mind
how can I say I'm unchanged

it just goes
on and on
this honey-do list—
a cue ball
that never strikes its target

Jim Doss is co-editor of Loch Raven Review. His work has appeared in Poetry East, Words-Myth, Poems Niedergasse, and other publications. He is currently working on translating the complete writings of Georg Trakl, which can be found at http://www.literaturnische.de/Trakl/english/index-trakl-e.htm . He earns his living as a software engineer, and lives with his wife and three children in Maryland.

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