Departure

Girls in white shirts sip on colorful drinks on the wooden deck over the street.

Primordial

Lights spiral on the sides
of rain soaked buildings,
and I have gotten so much wrong.
Dissociating girls don’t blink
they just stare at the doorway
and listen for footsteps
or doors opened loudly nearby.

Looker

New gates up
in the neighborhood
cast iron always
way too hot to climb.
Brown hair pulled back into a ponytail
the oak tree leaves like emeralds
in the foreground.

Do It Yourself

I take apart the breaker box,
while some kid draws a smirking
face across the stop sign
where the backyard
makes its contact
with the street.

Flare

Someday we will drink from only rain puddles, and all the jail broken software of the last fifty years will mold over in our memory.

Periscope

They stand there all so cool
on that dark platform between
skyscrapers.

Glint

A girl adjusts her backpack at the crosswalk.She talks with her friend about airplanesand cars pass while the airrushes around them. Her ancestor pulled an arrowfrom her shoulder fleeingher burning village for its neighbor,the inferno like a second sunbehind her. The stones crack in the streetwhile radios at different storefrontssing conflicting songs in other languages.Empty […]