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Three Poems by Virgil Cross

I watch you
From an outcrop
Of desert stone
I wait for you
Warm bedrock
Against my bones
Servile to this rock
And to your desert rules
I watch you
From an outcrop
Of city stone
I wait for you
Cold concrete
Against my bones
Servile to this block
And to your city rules
Every time I touch you
It's my withering flesh
Against your weathered bones


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Last night I saw myself
In the future
Felt real confident
About how things were
Jell-O shots with Jesus when he's down


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Kids think
They're entitled
To everyone's lawn
Know this girl
From Winter Park Florida
Says the neighbors
Ride their bikes in her grass
All day long
Grownups think
They're entitled
To just their own lawn
They guard it
Like a fort in the sun
All day long
And the stars
Oh the stars
They get all this fame
But don't you think
The spaces in-between
Need some photos
In a book about
The spaces in-between?