Jab
Bleach bottle snagged
in a storm drain
emptied out.
Dead birds fallen
in the streets.
Mire
Aluminum baseball bats
and chain link backstops
lurk there in the storm
while the field becomes
a mire in the clouded rain.
Fugitives
He finishes the drink
then spikes the bottle
sending green glass
all directions.
Silver Light
Rumors float around out here
like moth wings
knife steel on the mill
spins into a hilt
hammer pounds
the metal thin
sparks fall around
the new born edge.
In The Fallen Ash
Snooping on the neighbors we look through gaps in the wooden fence. The argument only escalates glass breaks and the plastic table overturns.
Read More In The Fallen AshThe Broken Beaten Lost
The previous night
fades like chimney smoke
in the cold morning
and the fat birds
have their fill
of sanguine worms
and all the best parts
of the dawn.
At The Crosswalk
A woman in a sleeveless dress
extends her arms out
in the wind, and with her eyes
behind her sunglasses
there is no way we can know
what she is looking at.
