buffalo tears

buffalo waits in the trees.

cold is coming good night

stands forever my refrigerator

humming through dark nights

while tears fall down my face

my pillow until morning

I peel open my eyes

turn venetian blinds

peer between slats.

buffalo is still waiting.

poem © C.L. Quigley 2014

Orange Planet

2014-10-25 00.27.588Night is still,

like death after war.

Cattle move across water,

moaning like sex.

Omnipotent orange planet

rises in the North.

Street sign reflection

at midnight hanging.

image & poem © C.L. Quigley 2014