To Meet Demand
Infected nails green like moss
struggle with the lock.
Cars line the road behind
the factory where no lights loom
and workers sleep under their coats.
Scavenger
The buzzard does what it can
beaking the poison guts
of something car crushed
in the street.
Function
Girl hangs up her coat
upon arriving at the party
the music never louder
than the chit chat.
Long Time No See
In the heat the people selling
straw bundles of time
occupy their minds
with prayers for mercy.
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.
