By Kacie New 2008

I'm sure this has been posted before, but felt like posting it today.

     "Chanceford Road"

Exhaust and tulips,
My melting pot neighborhood
Good old Catonsville,
Grandpa built our house on you.

Now it is I who borrows sugar from thugs,
And,  if awake at dinnertime, the geriatrics.
WuTang and Ella,
A sour combination as I try to sleep.

Chanceford, nothing more than the odd
conundrum no one wants to figure out.

Curry and pot roast asphyxiate just like poison,
when they are jumbled.
                                         By Kacie New, 2008

                    " Love"

Love, perhaps more science than romance.
Invisible yet quantifiable matter,
it might evaporate and float away.
   fall elsewhere,
   freeze, boil;
it could circulate in the blood,
bitter as an infection,
benevolent as a nutrient.
Clear, tangible.
It died.  It was born. 
                                          By Kacie New, 2008