Spring

Soft seeds float
as if a truck of cotton exploded
the air is thick with plant lust
springing and coming onto
cars, roads, trees
hair, neck, mouth

TSArist America

In my mind I have no beard
In my mind I am white
Which is why I smile at young children
And TSA officers. 

Paterson, NJ

Inspired by the city, the movie, the poem and the falls. 
...

The town is stuck in decade-old Hollywood.
Only the falls fall flooding like alliteration, an
onomatopoeic onslaught of thundering movement
unmindful of ABA rhyme schemes and the pattering
of Driver-poets, resisting being wrapped like a shawarma
and served 

to-go.

Paterson.
Adam.
William.
The old white gods are swept away
to make room for the new old brown ones.