The 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.
Fractal
An empty wine jug rolls
on the shoulder of the road
by all the squashed dragonflies
so metallic when their luster
catches light.
Wetlands
The only thing I feel
is what I taste
she says while riding
in the backseat
of the rusted van
I borrowed from
a friend.
Outlaws
We were outlaw children
stealing DVDs and chocolate
tagging streetlights
in the midst of every getaway.
The long days
could not betray us
ankle deep in streams
that cut the highways
into pieces.
Mark
I see pieces of the world
break off like shattered ice.
City clocks on the foreheads
of storefronts show
the different times
this downtown finally died.
Wake
No more streets
full of angry neighbors
shaking all the trees,
the water runs clear.
