MAY DAY

in mongolia i had nightmares about close friends
leaving me & woke to see the plastic radio
with one station & no on & off switch
in the middle of the night
lying plugless across the small table
by the bed in the hotel bayangol
on may day, in ulan bator, the capitol.
the friend said she knew it was hopelessly
screwed up between us & drove off
with her other best friends
in a red car, a honda, i believe.
in another dream there were secret police.

OVAL TRACK

small autumn trees in realistic color
are arranged around the train track.
things that go round & round knock me out.
in my hand are miniature keys
that will click the front door shut.
i am lifted from this
by a whimsical player
when the mood strikes.
my substitute is some other
action figure with mean
plastic features.